Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Dr. Ray finally let out a sigh of relief. The bleeding had stopped; all that was needed now was a proper bandage.

"Shawn, take over."

"Got it." Shawn nodded firmly and moved into position.

The mayor's life-threatening injury was temporarily stabilized, but there was still a major issue. His brain had suffered a significant impact, resulting in a cerebral hematoma that needed immediate attention. Without addressing the brain injury, the mayor was still in grave danger.

"Dr. Ray, you should rest now. I'll handle this," Dr. Wenz said respectfully.

As the head neurosurgeon at the city hospital, Dr. Wenz had performed countless operations and was highly skilled. The mayor's brain injury was severe, and even he had only a seventy percent confidence level. But there was no other choice. The hospital had tried to get Dr. Jules, but he was abroad, and waiting for his return was not an option. Dr. Wenz had to step in.

Dr. Ray nodded and stepped back. Specialization mattered, and his neurosurgery skills weren't as sharp as Dr. Wenz's. As he moved back, Dr. Ray couldn't help but glance at Flora. The young woman stood there properly, eyes slightly downcast, serious yet relaxed. He wondered how much she had learned just now and planned to quiz her later.

Dr. Wenz took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself before daring to make an incision. The brain's nerves are incredibly intricate, leaving no room for error. Dr. Wenz focused intensely, his eyes on the monitor, his hand holding the scalpel steady as a rock.

"Everyone, pay close attention," Dr. Ray instructed. "Especially you, Flora." He remembered Flora was Jules' apprentice, likely with some neurosurgery knowledge. Observing Dr. Wenz up close was a rare opportunity.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Flora responded softly, her gaze locking onto Dr. Wenz's incision point. She frowned slightly. "Doctor, I suggest you choose a different incision point."

During surgery, the last thing needed was someone making unsolicited suggestions, especially for brain surgery, which demands immense concentration. Dr. Wenz shot Flora an irritated glance. What could such a young woman possibly know? But considering she was with Dr. Ray, he didn't say anything.

Shawn quickly pulled Flora aside. "Flora, don't talk nonsense."

Dr. Wenz was known for his temper. If not for Dr. Ray's presence, he might have started yelling already. Flora's brows knitted together, but she remained silent. No point speaking if no one would listen. "Dr. Wenz! The patient's blood oxygen is dropping! His heart rate is plummeting!" a nurse suddenly exclaimed.

Dr. Wenz's hand holding the scalpel paused slightly but didn't tremble. Lips pressed tightly under his mask, he continued with the incision.

Flora shook her head. It was too late. Dr. Wenz had the skills to perform the surgery successfully, but his hesitation was his downfall. He avoided the nervous system, choosing a different entry point, which increased the surgery's difficulty. He was too concerned about the mayor's status, aiming for perfection without any sequelae. His overly cautious approach didn't match his actual skills, leading to complications.

The bleeding in the brain increased, obscuring the nerves. From the monitor, it was just a blur of blood and tissue. Impossible to proceed.

And the patient's heart rate was dropping alarmingly! Trouble was imminent. Dr. Wenz finally panicked, his hand trembling slightly. In the operating room, the doctors' faces turned pale. With just a mass of blood left, how could the surgery continue? Especially with brain surgery, where even a millimeter's deviation could spell disaster.