Chapter 297
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Calvin shot her a look, determination flickering in his eyes. “It is. But there’s someone out there who can pull this off.”
His words sent a ripple through the surgical team—everyone knew who he meant. The name hung heavy in the air, unsaid but crackling with hope and disbelief.
“Are you talking about King?” someone exclaimed, hardly daring to believe it.
Calvin replied with a firm nod, “That’s right. Take the patient to the OR immediately. I’ll speak to the director and make sure the area is secure.”
“Understood!” The team sprang into action, adrenaline humming beneath their nerves. The chance to see King operate up close was a rare privilege—few had ever witnessed their work firsthand, and those who had still marveled at their skill.
King was known for being particularly low-key and disliked having outsiders present during surgeries. Only Calvin’s team had earned that trust, and even then, it was likely more out of respect for Calvin than anyone else. Just being part of Calvin’s team was already an honor. Now, they were about to witness King tackle a surgery no one else dared attempt. The thought alone had their hearts racing.
Dylan’s luck couldn’t be overstated—few ever received King’s help, and when it happened, it was entirely at King’s whim. No amount of money or influence could force King’s hand. Today, fortune had smiled on Dylan, and the entire team was keenly aware of it.
When Christina reappeared, she’d transformed completely. Her chest was tightly bound with cloth, and she wore crisp surgical scrubs, a mask concealing the lower half of her face. Her tall frame blurred any clear lines of gender, leaving onlookers uncertain.
The moment she spoke, her voice was deliberately modulated—deep, calm, and neutral—convincing everyone she was a man.
With a focused, almost solemn expression, Christina began the surgery. Every movement was deliberate and flawless, her hands steady as if guided by precision itself.
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Calvin and his team moved seamlessly around her, their faces etched with concentration. Each member was attuned to the others, functioning like a perfectly tuned machine. No one dared look away, afraid to miss a single detail of the procedure performed by the legendary King.
Many had imagined King to be an older, seasoned doctor, but the smooth, youthful skin told a different story. Despite being younger than most on the medical team, King wielded medical skills that rivaled—and even surpassed—those of veterans. A prodigy among prodigies.
“Edwin, what’s going on? Why are we made to wait out here?” Ralphy’s brow knitted with worry as he paced restlessly.
Beside him, Chloe’s voice trembled with anxiety. “How’s Dylan? Did the surgery go well?”
Edwin lowered his voice, glancing around before replying, “Mr. Scott is still in the operating room. Dr. Emmett is there with him…”
Before Edwin could say more, Ralphy’s face lit up with hope. “That’s a relief! With Dr. Emmett handling the surgery, Dylan’s in the best hands.”
Edwin’s expression tightened. “It’s not like that. Even Dr. Emmett is unable to perform this surgery.”
Ralphy’s hopeful expression faltered, replaced by a deep frown. “Why didn’t you finish your sentence?”
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