Chapter 177

This cardiac surgery was considered the most complex case in the entire city.

Every top cardiovascular specialist had declined to take it.

Yet the one who ultimately accepted this high-risk operation was a female general surgeon.

Whispers filled the observation room. Skeptical gazes pierced through the surgical theater like needles.

Vivian Laurent remained unfazed. She trusted only the truth beneath her scalpel.

After sterilization, she picked up the surgical blade with practiced ease.

Standing nearby, VP Casstevensa smirked coldly. This woman—who'd gotten his granddaughter expelled and his nephew disciplined—dared to attempt a cardiac procedure?

"Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath. "Even after thirty years in cardiology, I wouldn't touch this case..."

The sharp blade glided through skin with terrifying precision.

Cardiac surgery required sternotomy—cutting through the breastbone to access the chest cavity. Her movements were swift and decisive.

"Chest cavity accessed," the nurse announced softly.

Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the observation room.

"That technique... it's flawless."

"She's really just a general surgeon?"

Vivian's hands were steady as stone. The scalpel became an extension of her will, each incision perfectly placed.

"BP normal."

"Heart rate stable."

The monitors emitted rhythmic beeps.

Suddenly, an alarm shattered the silence.

"Blood pressure spiking!"

"190 over 120... 200 over 130... still climbing!"

The nurse's voice turned urgent.

Vivian's gaze sharpened. The critical moment had arrived.