Chapter 1467


    “Get it open now!” With amanding wave of his hand, Yates’ entourage of men in ck surged


    forward, brandishing their heavy-duty tools. In mere moments, the door to the operating room was


    dismantled, unhinged, lying useless on the floor.


    “All doctors, attend to my granddaughter! If you failed to save her, and you’ll follow her to the grave!”


    “Understood!”


    At Yates’mand, a swarm of doctors flooded the operating room. Dr. Marcus, who had been


    operating non-stop, sighed with relief as reinforcements arrived. Willingly, he stepped aside from the


    lead surgeon’s position, passing the scalpel to fresh hands.


    Mr. Keith, who had been fighting to save the unborn child, shed his burden of guilt and focused intently


    on the delicate task at hand.


    Only ke stood in disbelief, pushing past the flurry of white coats to look at Yates, who stood just


    outside the room, leaning on his cane.


    What had he just said? He imed Eleanor was his granddaughter? Eleanor was a Sharp, the


    granddaughter of Yates?


    The Sharps were a powerhouse in North Fund, and Eleanor had such noble blood?


    Outside the room, Yates caught ke’s gaze. His eyes, predatory, bore into ke.


    “ke, if you dare give up on my granddaughter, it seems you’ve grown tired of living!”


    The chilling, lethal tone echoed in the operating room, sending shivers of fear through everyone


    present. They all knew the kind of man Yates was in North Fund – a man who had carved his


    empire with bloodied hands.


    ke knew this all too well. As he met Yates’ murderous gaze, a shudder ran through him, but he lifted


    his chin defiantly in response.


    “Mr. Sharp, you’re fighting for your granddaughter, and I’m fighting for my great-grandchild. We’re both


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    here to save those we cherish. There’s no question of being tired of living.”


    Yates’ face twisted into a vengeful sneer.


    “Whether you’re tired of living isn’t up to you. It’s up to the gun in my hand!”


    In North Fund, Yates yed by his own rules, especially when it came to guns. ke was no match


    for him in that regard.


    He didn’t respond to Yates’ threat, and Yates didn’t interrupt the surgery any further. Each camp


    watched tensely – one focused on Eleanor, the other on the newborn. All were waiting for the doctors


    to wrestle life back from the clutches of death…


    When Robin caught sight of Eleanor’s critical condition, his heart clenched, and his body trembled


    uncontrobly. Even he, not to mention Bernard, was terrified at the sight of so much blood.


    Fortunately, he remembered that Sheldon had a top-notch doctor by his side. When Sheldon’s wife was


    giving birth to Elbert Pine, facingplications, it was that very doctor who had saved them.


    Robin had been about to call and ask if this doctor could save both mother and child, but then he


    learned that this doctor was Yates’ personal physician, who treated no one besides Yates himself.


    Still, Robin got hold of Yates’ number and reached out to borrow the doctor. Yates, who was in A City at


    the time, hastened Dr. Moore to the scene upon hearing of Eleanor’s peril. Dr. Moore didn’t disappoint;


    he brought his best students, all of whom held prestigious positions in obstetrics. Their numbers gave


    hope, but they arrived a stepte – had they been earlier, Eleanor might have been spared the cardiac


    arrest.


    Nevertheless, the seasoned doctor took charge, seizing the hemostat from Dr. Marcus and staunching


    the bleeding. Without blinking, he brushed aside the defibritor paddles and injected a syringe of fluid


    near Eleanor’s heart and ordered, “Needles!” student quickly unfurled a packet of needles. Dr. Moore’s


    fingers danced over them, selecting several and swiftly inserting them into Eleanor’s head.


    “Continue defibrition!”


    The doctors moved promptly, setting the paddles over her heart and ramping up the defibrition


    energy. Dr. Moore, meanwhile, was busy inserting needles into Eleanor’s arms.


    He moved with lightning speed, his eyes fixed on the cardiac monitor until a faint rhythm returned. Only


    then did he give his orders.


    “The patient’s heart is beating again. Start the transfusion!”


    The doctor responsible for transfusion sprang into action, hanging the blood bag. Thankfully, Ms.


    Amelia and Dr. Marcus had anticipated a major hemorrhage and had prepared enough blood – a


    shortage would have been disastrous.


    With blood coursing into Eleanor, her heartbeat grew steady. Dr. Moore, still vignt, continued his work


    with the needles.


    Bernard, standing not too far away, heard the monitor’s steady beeps. The tension that had gripped


    him released all at once, and he found himself suddenly drained of strength, copsing to his knees on


    the floor.