Chapter 699

The fragile vital signs of the fetus flickered on the monitor.

The placenta still pulsed faintly within the mother's body.

Vivian Laurent's gloved hands remained steady as stone.

"Prepare the microsurgical instruments," she ordered without looking up.

The operating room fell into absolute silence.

Every doctor held their breath.

With precision, Vivian separated the fetus's conjoined limbs.

Her movements were so fast they nearly blurred.

"Hemostat."

"Suture thread."

Each command was crisp and authoritative.

Three hours later.

The fetal deformities had been perfectly corrected.

Vivian gently returned the fetus to the mother's womb.

"It's done."

As she removed her mask, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"That...that's it?"

"Incredible!"

"Dr. Laurent, would you consider taking students?"

Gasps of awe filled the room.

In the corner, a gagged doctor turned pale with fury.

"The Queen will recover upon waking," Vivian said, massaging her aching lower back.

Her hand instinctively cradled her own abdomen.

"Remove it."

Only then did her assistant pull the gag from the protesting doctor's mouth.

"Fraud!"

"You're just hogging the credit!"

The shrill accusations resumed.

Vivian didn't even blink.

"True skill speaks for itself."

The surveillance footage captured everything.

The King's face darkened upon receiving the report.

"Take him for interrogation."

Guards immediately escorted the troublemaker away.

"Dr. Luna, we are eternally grateful."

The King bowed deeply.

The title made every doctor freeze.

"Luna?"

Someone dared to whisper.

Vivian's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly.

"You're really Dr. Luna?"

The room erupted.

Every gaze burned with newfound reverence.