Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 128

Chapter 128:

She was right, and time was of the essence.

However, Orion’s frown only deepened. Despite the truth in her analysis, he wasn’t about to let her dictate the course of action. “The patient is unconscious, battling heart failure. Emergency surgery is the only option now. The donor heart has arrived. We must proceed immediately. Contact the family; I’ll administer the cardiac stimulant myself.”

Casey, standing nearby, let out a dry chuckle, his lips curling with mockery as his gaze flicked to Khloe. “Dr. Ruiz, you should know Khloe’s the one who plans on operating on Mr. Sampson. She even invited me to join her.”

Orion shot her a frigid look. “Her advice might have been sound, but performing a heart transplant? That’s out of the question. Theoretical knowledge is completely different from practical skills. No one could do it—not even you, Casey, with your reputation as a prodigy surgeon. Now, enough of this nonsense; everyone out!”

He turned briskly, planning to inform the family, when Khloe’s voice rang out again. “A single cardiac stimulant won’t save him. Pinning your hopes on meds alone is reckless.”

Khloe’s gaze met his, unflinching. “Face it,

again, a stunned silence

Orion, disbelief etched on every face. No one had expected her to speak so

Do you even hear yourself? If I’m a quack, then what does that make you? What can

flashed a confident smile, her eyes gleaming with defiance. “I can guarantee the success

though this is just a minor procedure, but it isn’t! Mr. Sampson’s condition is beyond critical. His heart valve is partially necrotic, and there’s a malignant tumor dangerously close to his heart. The risks are astronomical! Even the best surgeons wouldn’t dare promise success, so what makes

smirk deepening as she met his glare head-on. “If Mr.

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he itched to smack the arrogance right off her

stake? “This isn’t some experiment for you to play hero. The surgery requires exceptional skill—skills that a mere auditor like you can’t even dream of. You’re not

stepped toward him, her heel clicking against the tiled floor with

you admit you can’t make any promises, why not let me shoulder all the risk? I can sign a disclaimer if that’s what you’re worried about. That way, if anything goes wrong, I can take the blame. But if I succeed, the school’s name will resound across the country. Unless, of course, you’re

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