Chapter 589
The moment Dracon heard the news, he couldn''t care less about the chaos around him and bolted
upstairs.
"What are you all waiting for? Why haven''t you started my dad''s surgery?"
The doctor looked at Dracon helplessly, "Mr. Linter, your father''s condition is beyond our control. His
blood pressure''s through the roof, and we can''t just operate willy-nilly. One wrong move, and he
might..."
Listening to the doctors detail theplications, Vivienne knew that the slightest slip during the
operation could mean Yorick would never wake up.
Dracon was both furious and frantic. "Then what do you suggest we do? Just let my dad sit around
waiting? Find someone who can operate right away. Money''s no object. Just cure my dad!"
The doctors were at a loss, but after some thought, one spoke up, "Mr. Linter, you mentioned a
''Specter Healer''? Is he here? If he is, there''s definitely hope for your father!"
The others chimed in agreement, "Yes, yes, Specter Healer could save him, Mr. Linter. Is he here?"
Dracon was momentarily stunned; he nced downstairs, where Vivienne was chatting with Percival,
oblivious to the urgency.
Following Dracon''s gaze, the doctor mistook Percival for Specter Healer and hurried down to him,
"You''re the Specter Healer, right? Please, you must save Mr. Yorick Linter. We''re running out of
time."
Percival, with his arm around Vivienne, said, "I''m Specter Healer’s husband. This is my fiancée. We
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The doctor was taken aback and then looked at Vivienne with a mix of surprise and admiration.
Who would have thought that the Specter Healer was such a youngdy?
"Specter Healer, I know it''s a lot to ask, but Mr. Yorick''s life is on the line. Please, we need you to stay
and lead this operation."
Percival''s fingers tensed, worry flickering in his eyes.
Vivienne tapped his waist reassuringly as if to say, "Don''t worry, I''m here."
Only then did the urgency on Percival''s face fade.
Vivienne smiled at the doctor. "May I ask which son of the Linter family you are?"
Caught off guard, the doctor quickly exined, "I''m not one of Yorick''s sons. I''m his personal
physician..."
He paused, then understanding Vivienne''s implication, turned to Dracon, "Mr. Linter, she is the
Specter Healer, renowned for bringing the dead back to life, a miracle worker. Please, make your
decision quickly."
Clenching his fists, Dracon had no choice but to plead with Vivienne, "Vivienne, please operate on my
dad. Money is no issue."
Vivienne yawned. "I''m busy."
Dracon''s eyes narrowed. "As a doctor, are you really going to watch a patient die right under your
nose?"
Vivienne’s lips curved into a yful smile. "Whether I watch a patient die is my call, depending on
whether they''re my patient. The decision to treat or not is mine."
Dracon had never been treated like this, and his disdain for Vivienne grew.
"Mr. Linter, that’s not an appropriate attitude to have when pleading. Mr. Yorick''s life is at stake!
Please! Just put down your pride for your father’s sake!" The doctor did not know the tension between
Vivienne and Dracon, but he could tell Vivienne was upset.
Time equaled life, and Yorick could not afford to wait for Vivienne to cool off.
Left with no choice, Dracon could not let his pride cost his father precious treatment time.
He descended the stairs, his demeanor softening as he said, "Specter Healer, please save my father.
Name your price, and I''ll triple it."
Vivienne eyed Percival and gauged the situation.
Mr. Wolf''s reputation was priceless.
But this could work.
"I don''t need money, but I do require a certain... respect," Vivienne said, her eyes half-lidded as she
watched Dracon.
Gritting his teeth, Dracon bowed deeply to her.
"Ms. Vivienne, please save my father."
Finally, Vivienne relented. "Prepare the OR!"
The doctors, their hearts in their throats, had the operating room ready in minutes.
Three hourster, the OR doors swung open.
Removing her mask, Vivienne stepped out to Dracon and Diana''s anxious faces.
"How''s my dad?" Dracon asked.
"An hour," Vivienne breathed out.
“An hour and what? Vivienne, if anything happens to my dad, I swear you''ll pay!" Dracon yelled at her.
Vivienne frowned slightly, raising her hand to silence Dracon''s voice. "In an hour, Yorick will wake up."
Dracon choked, ring at Vivienne but unable to speak.
"As for you," Vivienne''s eyes shed coldly. "Shut up for an hour."
Diana was stunned by Vivienne’s capabilities.
She had not expected her to be so formidable. Despite the stringent security of the Linter family
estate, Vivienne effortlessly silenced Dracon''s voice.
Vivienne was indeed a force to be reckoned with!
Percival pulled Vivienne to the couch to wait out the hour.
Voiceless, Dracon paced silently for over an hour.
Of course, Vivienne didn''t hold back. She had been craving a hearty beef stew after the lengthy
surgery, and now she was famished.
The fruit bowl was empty in no time.
Dracon could only watch, utterly speechless – literally. Draмa?ovеls.cом
Dracon had no energy left to pick a bone with Vivienne. Just as he was about to head over, he saw that
Vivienne and Percival had already gotten there before him.
He nced back in surprise, making sure his eyes were not ying tricks on him.
Dracon was no stranger to a bit of self-defense training, but next to Percival and Vivienne, his skills
seemed like child''s y.
Otherwise, how could he have missed them passing right by?
Inside the room, Yorick was fully conscious, his head and body still wrapped in bandages, but he
looked visibly better.
"Dad, you''re finally awake. Are you feeling ufortable anywhere?" Dracon asked with concern as
he and Diana entered.
Yorick shook his head. "I''m fine now. You go on. I need to have a word with Percival."