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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

They're saying

private jet ready to return to Xendale tonight.” Danrique

inundated Sean. “Tonight?

We'll take off

dare question the man anymore. Instead, he immediately went

later, Kerrie wheeled Francesca back to the ward.

they all bowed to

the operation?” Danrique lifted his eyes and looked at

bath.” Verily,

on you, Ms. Felch, and you can't get it

Kerrie, two of the female medical staff quickly went to

all dismissed,”

The medical staff hastily left

you dismiss them?” Francesca

just wiping you down, no?

sofa, Danrique reached out to

Francesca instinctively backed away. “Stop. Have

still, for I'm not going to take responsibility if you pull on