Chapter 222


    In the room, Floray on her bed, chatting away with Connor on her phone. Crimson sat next to her,


    typing furiously on herptop. The butler had left some food on the table, but neither had touched it.


    They had just eaten, and frankly, they weren’t in the mood for anything from the Bryant family.


    Flora had just sent Connor a funny sticker when his message popped up, [What are you doing?]


    [Hanging out with a friend. How’s everything with your mom?]


    [Almost sorted. I’ll be back as soon as I can.]


    Flora sent back a sticker that said, [Waiting for you.]


    “Seraphine?” A knock on the door was followed by Jordan’s voice.


    Flora sat up and opened the door. “Is she awake?”


    Jordan walked in with the butler, who was all smiles. “She hasn’t woken up yet, but she looks a lot


    better. Ms. Seraphine, your medical skills are truly impressive.”


    Rubbing his hands together eagerly, the butler


    Jordan looked anxiously at Flora too.


    “There is.” Flora nodded.


    Ked, “Is there a permanent cure for the youngdy’s condition?”


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    “What is it?” The butler’s excitement was palpable.


    “A craniotomy.” Flora hooked a chair with her foot and dragged it behind her to sit down. “But this


    would be my first time performing one. I’m not sure about the sess rate.”


    She had seen Jules perform many neurosurgeries and had assisted him when there was a shortage


    of hands. But that was just as an assistant. Leading a craniotomy would be a first for her.


    “There’s another, safer method,” Flora said, watching the butler and Jordan’s faces change. “I can


    craft some special sachets and essential oils. As long as she keeps them with her, they can


    suppress the symptoms. However, it’s only a temporary fix, and there’s no telling when she might


    fall ill again.”


    Floraid out the options clearly for Jordan. The decision was theirs. His brows furrowed, and his


    usually sharp gaze now carried a hint of confusion as he weighed the options.


    Flora waited patiently without rushing them.


    After a moment, Jordan spoke up. “I choose the first option, a craniotomy.”


    He said it with a weight in his voice, as if the words were forced out. His daughter had suffered


    enough, and rather than living like this indefinitely, it was worth risking a daring attempt.


    “Seraphine, if you can save my daughter, you will be wellpensated.”


    “I’ll take the fee I deserve.” Flora’s requested fee wasn’t exorbitant, fifty million. If it weren’t for a


    friend’s request, she wouldn’t havee even for several billion.


    Flora asked Jordan to prepare what was needed for the surgery. She had considered performing the


    surgery at home, but theck of a sterile environment could increase the risk of infection. However,


    Jordan had already instructed his staff to build a sterile operating room. Because his eldest daughter


    had a unique condition, he had feared this day mighte and had prepared a sterile operating


    room at home well in advance.


    The surgery would be challenging for Flora to perform alone. She asked Crimson to assist her.


    Crimson had worked under Jules for a while, and though her talent wasn’t as high as Flora’s,


    personal coaching from Jules meant her neurosurgery skills were decent. Assisting with the


    operation would be no problem.


    But the two of them alone wouldn’t be enough. After some thought, Flora told Jordan, “Find us


    another doctor, preferably a neurosurgeon.”