Chapter 771
The operating room blazed with sterile light.
Vivian Laurent's slender fingers gripped the scalpel, executing flawless incisions on the anatomical model. Her movements flowed with practiced precision, devoid of hesitation.
"Clamp."
"Suture."
Each command was crisp and authoritative.
A cardiac transplant procedure that typically required five to six hours was completed in just one under her mastery. As she tied the final knot, she lifted her gaze to the live-stream camera.
"Procedure complete."
The monitoring screens displayed steady vital signs across all parameters.
The live chat erupted instantly.
[That speed is inhuman!]
[My professor says those techniques belong only to Dr. Luna]
[Zoe Chamberlain should be ashamed!]
Vivian peeled off her gloves with a faint smile.
"This concludes today's broadcast. Remember—the real Dr. Luna only accepts patients through official channels. Anyone contacting you privately is a fraud."
Her expression hardened abruptly.
"As for those impersonating me..."
"Expect a visit from the police."
The feed cut to black.
Ethan Roscente waited by the operating room entrance, watching Vivian shed her lab coat. His eyes caught the faint redness on her fingertips.
"Hands hurting?"
She shook her head. "Minor irritation."
They walked side by side from the hospital, their shadows stretching long under the sunset.
Vivian narrowed her eyes. "Zoe didn't show today."
Ethan's lips curled coldly. "Guilty conscience."
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Chamberlain Mansion.
Zoe Chamberlain stared at the darkened tablet screen, her nails biting into her palms.
Every movement in Vivian's demonstration had been surgical perfection. Flawless.
That level of skill...
She could never achieve it in this lifetime.
"Mesmerized?"
The sudden voice made Zoe jolt.
Annika Heilbronn stood behind her, having appeared without sound. The girl wore a black dress, her pallid face twisted in mockery.
"What's your connection to Vivian Laurent?" Zoe blurted.
Annika's expression contorted violently.
"None of your damn business!"
She snatched the tablet and smashed it against the floor.
The screen shattered with a deafening crack.
"That old hag isn't fit to lick my boots!" Annika shrieked. "Who does she think she is?"
Zoe recoiled from the outburst.
She studied Annika cautiously.
The resemblance to Vivian was undeniable—seven parts similarity. But where Vivian carried an icy elegance, this girl...
Was a viper poised to strike.
"Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Annika snarled.
Zoe averted her gaze quickly.
One question burned in her mind—
What vendetta existed between these two?