The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 234

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Zoey's investigative stare, and piecing it together with her conversation with Zelda, it felt entirely like a calculated probe.

I just hoped I could keep things under wraps for the remaining twenty-odd days.

I was busy in the department all afternoon, and because of my period, my energy levels were completely drained; just then, the OR called to say they were short an anesthesiologist for a surgery and needed me to fill in.

The procedure had originally been assigned to Dr. Logan, but he was still stuck in another surgery, so the responsibility fell to me, his intern.

But upon asking, I found out the lead surgeon for this case was none other than Ferris.

And it was an Awake Craniotomy for Glioma Resection.

A level-four difficulty procedure.

It was also a surgery I had zero prior experience with.

Instantly, a heavy weight of pressure settled over me.

But a job was a job; even if I dreaded facing Ferris, the assignment was given, and I had to push through it whether I wanted to or not.

I ran straight into Ferris and Zoey in the scrub room.

They both looked surprised to see me, and Zoey immediately asked, "Where's Dr. Logan? Why are you here?"

"Dr. Logan is still in surgery," I answered honestly. "I'm covering for him."

Everyone in the room froze in horror. Zoey covered her mouth in shock and gasped, "Selena, did you miscalculate the propofol dosage?"

I quickly double-checked the patient's vitals and data, confirming my calculations were flawless.

But the indisputable fact was that the patient had briefly woken up.

Before I even had time to process it and prepare the follow-up measures, I heard Ferris's voice cutting through the room, demanding a replacement from the Department of Anesthesiology.

"Yes, right now," he said into the intercom. His tone was eerily calm, but his eyes were filled with absolute fury. "Immediately!"

The surgical lights buzzed overhead, and the inside of my sterile gloves was slick with a cold sweat; Ferris slammed the intercom down, shot a glare at me, then looked at the patient on the table, pointing sharply toward the right exit. "You. Get out. Now."