Chapter 133

Click!

Veronique switched on all the lights above the operating table.

Bailey immediately snapped out of her imagination under the piercing lights.

As she stared at the harsh white lights above her, she nearly blacked out from panic. Her entire body began to quiver.

An immense sensation of weightlessness and helplessness engulfed her, eroding any hint of logical thought from her mind.

Bailey hurriedly clutched the rails of the operating table. With pale, quivering lips, she muttered, “I can't do this, Vero. I simply can't get over that psychological barrier. Once I'm on an operating table, I'm instantly reminded of that bloody scene before Eugene died. He was just a child, for God's sake! I-I can't conquer my demons. Let's just leave. Please.”

After that, Bailey forced herself to turn around and leave.

However, Veronique hastily grabbed her by the elbow.

If Bay could muster the courage to enter this operating room, she had already taken the first step toward conquering her demons. If I allow her to retreat now, it's going to be near impossible to convince her to do this again. Everything still depends on how she reacts when she touches a scalpel. I can't allow her to give up now when we're so close.

With those thoughts in mind, Veronique coaxed, “Listen to me, Bay. You couldn't overcome your psychological barrier because you didn't touch a scalpel. Once you hold a scalpel, you'll remember your old habits again, and it'll vanquish all the demons in your heart. Trust me!”

Her gaze was confident and encouraging, and it went a long way in soothing Bailey's nerves.

“But—”

Veronique did not give Bailey a chance to argue and instead turned her around by the shoulders.

Then, she stretched out her hand and grabbed a rabbit out of a cage. Calmly, she explained, “I've anesthetized this rabbit and shaved the fur off its head. Bay, let's grab the scalpel and try making a five-centimeter-long incision on its head.”

Then, Veronique placed the rabbit on the operating table before handing Bailey a tray of tools.

The tray held every surgical tool one could think of. The sharp blades of the scalpels glinted under the harsh lights in the operating room.

Bailey shook her head furiously and broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her head, she wailed in anguish, “Take them away! All of them! Please!”

Veronique pursed her lips in frustration. Suddenly, she changed tack and ordered sternly, “Bailey, since you were already willing to enter my operating room, it's proof that you wish to save Old Mr. Chivers. We can't turn back now. If you don't save him, he'll definitely die.”

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shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the horsh lights in the

heod furiously ond broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled

frustrotion. Suddenly, she chonged tock ond ordered sternly, “Boiley, since you were olreody willing to enter my operoting room, it's proof thot you wish to sove

racked Bailey's slender

hold a scalpel again and save Old Mr. Chivers' life. That is how I can repay him for his kindness toward

herself to calm down, she eventually felt her nerves

“Fine. I'll give

reached out shakily for a scalpel for skull

she touched the scalpel handle. Everything appeared to be clouded in a red

familiar nightmare was about to

sticky. In her nightmare, however, the blood was like a corrosive poison that eroded everything

heavy breathing echoed through the silent operating

over her racing heart, forcing herself to move the

hands shook so violently that the scalpel could not land

sight, Veronique could not help but

hands are shaking so hard. How can she perform high-risk and complicated

Bay.

spoke, Veronique reached out to hold Bailey's wrist, trying

Taking a deep breath, Bailey inserted the sharp scalpel into

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