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qAs the operation required a high degree of precision, it would be difficult for other doctors to do a good job even if they gave it their all.

However, Francesca was currently injured. She couldn't lift her right hand and could only hold the scalpel with her left hand. Worse still, her grip slipped on the scalpel when the nurse handed it to her, and it fell to the ground.

All the medical staff around her were stunned. They all gaped at her.

The attending doctor, Matthias, couldn't help urging, “A life is at stake here, Ms. Felch. This is no joke.”

“I never joke around with a life.” Francesca took the scalpel once more. “Let's begin!”

“Understood.”

The doctors didn't dare advise her further but did their best to assist her.

To their amazement, Francesca seemingly became a different person once the operation commenced, despite her severe injury. She became confident and focused.

That aside, she was exceedingly resolute when she operated, showing nary a hint of hesitance.

Conversely, the other few doctors had their hearts lodged in their throats. After all, not only was the bullet embedded in an internal organ, but it even involved the aorta. Thus, a single misstep would put the patient's life in danger.

Nonetheless, Francesca removed the bullet with great speed and precision before proceeding to the next step.

Three hours later, Danrique was sitting on the sofa in Francesca's ward, replying to emails, when Sean hurried in and reported, “The operation has concluded, Mr. Lindberg. It was very successful!”

Danrique

skills to the skies. They're saying that she's superb!

the private jet ready to return to Xendale tonight.” Danrique glanced at his

surprise inundated Sean. “Tonight? What about Ms. Felch,

naturally going back with us. We'll take off before eight o'clock,” Danrique

didn't dare question the man anymore. Instead, he immediately went about

Francesca back to the ward.

the ward, they all bowed to Danrique.

lifted his eyes

to take a bath.” Verily, Francesca was feeling

an injury on you, Ms. Felch, and you can't get it wet. I'll

the female

all dismissed,” Danrique

hastily left with

them?” Francesca questioned

no?

sofa, Danrique reached out

backed away. “Stop.

anyway. Stay still, for I'm not going to take