Chapter 223


    Jordan didn’t waste any time finding a doctor. And wouldn’t you know it, the doctor he brought in


    was none other than Dr. Falcone, the very same doctor who had always looked down on Flora with


    a critical eye.


    When Jordan asked Dr. Falcone to assist Flora with a brain surgery, the doctor nearlyughed out


    loud. The idea seemed ridiculous to


    him.


    “Miss, have you ever done a surgery like this before?” he asked skeptically.


    Flora shook her head, “No, this is my first time.”


    Dr. Falcone was so outraged he could barely speak. “Jordan, you’re ying with your daughter’s


    life.”


    “I know what I’m doing,” Jordan replied firmly. “Just assist Flora, and I promise you won’t lose a cent


    of the funding for your research.”


    Reluctantly, Dr. Falcone agreed, but he made it clear that if anything went wrong, he wouldn’t take


    the me.


    Once the patient was prepped, Flora checked her condition to make sure she was ready for surgery


    and then wheeled her into the operating room. Outside, Jordan and Jenny waited anxiously.


    Inside the OR, the tension was palpable. Brain surgery required absolute focus; any mistake could


    be fatal.


    “Dr. Falcone, hold the instrument steady. Crimson, keep a close eye on the patient’s vitals,” Flora


    instructed.


    “Got it,” Crimson nodded.


    But Dr. Falcone, ever the critic, was quick to jump in. “The spot you’re choosing to cut is


    problematic. From this angle, you might hit the optic nerve, causing blindness. And this here isn’t


    right either…”


    “Dr. Falcone, if you’re not going to help, you can leave,” Flora snapped.


    Thest thing she needed was distractions. Dr. Falcone’s constant interruptions had pushed her to


    the edge. Her cold, determined gaze bore into him, making him fall silent with a huff.


    With the room quieter, Flora focused on the task at hand. She made the incision with steady hands.


    A neurosurgeon’s hand must be rock steady, touching a nerve the wrong way could spell disaster.


    Before she started, Dr. Falcone had noticed her hands were shaking slightly. But once she began, it


    was like she became a different person. Her hands were perfectly still!


    Even Dr. Falcone had to admit she was good–really good. He watched in awe as she navigated


    around nerves to remove a blood clot deep in the brain. She was quick and steady, better than


    many seasoned pros.


    After the clot was removed, it was time to stitch up. Flora was sweating, but she remained as steady


    as a mountain, her hands never wavering.


    Dr. Falcone was beside himself with excitement. He had never seen such skillful stitching! He


    leaned in for a closer look, identally nudging the instrument. Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Flora’s hand froze. The view on the monitor shifted; she could no longer see the area she was


    stitching. For a brain surgeon, losing sight of the operative field was disastrous.


    Dr. Falcone was in a state of utter panic. He had only anticipated causing such a significant error!