SWNOVELS Chapter 842
Mr. Tanner and Felene were both floored by Flora's declaration. One hand?
She said she'd compete using just one hand! It was downright outrageous! Had anyone else uttered those words, Mr. Tanner might've launched into a rant about their sheer audacity. In the fast-paced chaos of an operating room, where even the most seasoned surgeons struggled with both hands, how could she possibly pull it off with just one?
It seemed absurd. Yet with Flora, it might just be possible. The very thought sent a shiver down Mr. Tanner's spine.
Felene was just as taken aback. Had Flora really become so adept? Could she actually perform surgery with a single hand? It was wild to think about, but Felene knew if Flora said it, she could back it up. Felene realized she might never catch up to Flora, no matter what.
Mr. Tanner didn't quite know what came over him, but somehow, he found himself agreeing to Flora's bold challenge. Once back, he called a meeting with the Austenberg team to break the news about Flora's plan to compete in the final round. The whole crew was in shock; none of them thought Flora would make it to the finals. And with one hand, no less.
"Seriously? One hand? She's got some nerve. Isn't she worried she'll end up the laughingstock of the whole event?" Debra scoffed, feeling daring enough to mock Flora in her absence, though she kept her voice low.
Joy, usually the first to jump on the Flora-bashing bandwagon, stayed unusually quiet. Debra, picking up on this, turned to her with a puzzled look.
"Joy, what's up with you?"
"Nothing, really." Joy shook her head, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She already knew about the fire at the White estate and was convinced Flora was behind it. If Flora could take on the Whites without batting an eyelash, what about her? Joy recalled the call she'd made to Abbey. If Flora found out she was involved, what then...
Debra shrugged it off and continued, "Well, if Flora's going through with it, more power to her. One-handed surgery? She's bound to mess it up! Let's see if she's still so full of herself afterward." Meanwhile, over at the White estate's affiliated hospital, Tommy stood at the entrance, legs aching from the wait, when he finally spotted the car he'd sent for 'Féraphine' pulling up.
Out stepped two figures. One was Jules, the legendary medical sage, whom Tommy recognized
immediately. The other, sporting et
helhet
sunglasses and a mask, was
dressed in a way that made it hard to tell their gender. This, he assumed, was 'Féraphine,
Thinking about the two hundred billion price tag, Tommy felt a pang in his chest but still approached with courtesy. "Féraphine," he greeted.
"Save the pleasantries, just take me to the patient," Crimson snapped, lifting her sunglasses with a flick of her hand. She was still fuming and knew any more small talk with Tommy would push her over the edge.
Tommy was taken aback by
'Féraphine's' bluntness. He was
older than her by several years; how
could she talk to him like that? Such disrespect. Still, he remembered Abbey and swallowed his pride, leading Crimson and Jules to the hospital room.
Inside, upon seeing Abbey battered and bruised on the hospital bed, Crimson couldn't help but sneer, "Wow, those are some serious injuries. What did you get yourself into to end up like this?"