Aweek?” Sheena frowned in contemtion and rejected. “No, that’s too long. Is there a method to have her wake up within two


    days?”


    “Two days?” Noah was taken aback by his sister''s request and said, “The method | mentioned would be the safest, but if you


    want it within two days...”


    He pondered momentarily before adding, “Then there’s only thest and riskiest procedure.”


    “What is it?” Sheena’s doe—like eyes lit up eagerly, and she asked, “Noah, how confident are you?”


    “It''s called the Deep Brain Stimtion. It’s an elective surgical procedure in which electrodes are imnted into certain brain


    areas, and the surgical risk is quite high. Even for me, | can only guarantee a forty percent sess rate. Are you sure you want


    to take this risk?”


    Even Noah, an elite in the medical field, only had a 40% sess rate for the surgery.


    If it failed...


    Sheena hesitated briefly before looking at Noah with determination. “Let''s try it! No matter what, | trust you, Noah. Prepare


    yourself. We''ll start soon.”


    Howard knocked on the door and poked his head in, asking, “Is there anything | can help with?


    “You came just in time.” Noah cleared his throat, then added, “Do you have a room in mansion suitable for a makeshift operating


    room?”


    your


    “The room my private physician stayed in before is suitable. I''ll have the servants prepare it,” Howard replied, well aware of his


    intention.


    Noah nodded, arranging the equipment he brought over, and followed Howard out.


    “Noah, I''ll be your assistant,” Sheena said and followed them out, walking alongside them into the room that belonged to the


    private physician.


    Noah surveyed the room and appeared to be satisfied. “Great. The equipment is all here. We''ll bring in the patient after the


    servants disinfect the room.”


    Auntie Gloria and several servants entered, quickly tidying up the entire room.


    After their helpers gently ced Hannah on the operating table, Noah steadily aimed his tools at her head, preparing for the first


    step.


    “Sheena, check the power source.”


    He double—-checked the instruments onest time, ensuring everything was in order. “Everything’s ready.”


    Sheena stood silently behind Noah, watching him immerse himself in the procedure.


    Almost five hours passed, yet Noah’s hand holding the surgical knife remained steady, with a


    thinyer of sweat forming on his forehead.


    Sheena carefully held a handkerchief, standing beside him, asionally wiping the sweat


    from his brow.


    “Forceps,” Noah said, extending his hand.


    Sheena did not waste time and promptly handed him the forceps.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    The intensity of the surgery was immense, yet Noah seemed tireless, manipting the surgical instruments with great precision.


    Watching his focused demeanor, Sheena marveled at Noah’s genius.


    “Sheena, disinfect the instruments again. We''re about to perform a thoracotomy, and even the slightest mistake could lead to


    infection in the patient,” Noah’s expression turned serious as he cautioned her.


    “Got it!” Sheena replied.


    Howard stood outside the room door, repeatedly checking his watch.


    The surgery had been ongoing for nearly ten hours, and the two had not yet emerged from the room. His anxiety grew, but he did


    not dare to rush in, afraid of disrupting them.


    “Mr. Lawson, there’s news from the Upton family,” the butler whispered.