Chapter 179
"Prepare the craniotomy instruments now." Vivian Laurent's voice was crisp and authoritative.
The operating room erupted in murmurs.
Every eye turned to her in shock. No CT scan. No MRI. Not even basic imaging. Yet she was proceeding directly to brain surgery.
"Dr. Laurent, this is too risky," the anesthesiologist protested. "Shouldn't we wait for the neurology specialist—"
"No time." Vivian cut him off. "Intracranial pressure is rising. Any delay could be fatal."
Her gaze swept across the surgical team.
"Continue with the cardiac sutures. I'll handle the cerebral hemorrhage."
The scrub nurse hesitated before passing the scalpel.
The moment Vivian grasped the instrument, her entire demeanor transformed. Those usually gentle eyes turned razor-sharp.
She made the first incision with practiced precision.
"Bone drill."
The whirring sound sent bone fragments flying. Every surgeon in the room held their breath.
"Gigli saw."
Vivian's movements were unnervingly accurate. No hesitation—as if she could visualize every blood vessel inside the patient's skull.
When the bone flap lifted, dark clots came into view.
"Subdural hematoma," Vivian murmured.
She began meticulously evacuating the blood mass. Each cut was calculated—relieving pressure without damaging brain tissue.
In the observation gallery, someone gasped.
"How is she... One wrong move—"
"Silence!" VP Casstevensa snapped. "Pay attention."
But his expression grew increasingly conflicted. This woman who'd ruined his granddaughter's career was demonstrating surgical skills even he had to admit...
Were flawless.
Beads of sweat formed on Vivian's forehead, but her hands remained steady.
"Blood pressure rising!" The monitor chimed.
A collective exhale filled the OR.
"She actually... saved him?"
Vivian ignored the reactions. Her focus never wavered from the delicate neural structures.
"Prepare to close."
When she finally set down her instruments, her scrubs were drenched.
But the patient's vitals had stabilized.
In the gallery, someone began clapping. Soon, applause filled the room.
Only VP Casstevensa remained motionless, face unreadable.
His fists clenched as he stared through the glass.
Just how many hidden talents did this Vivian Laurent possess?