The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 257

Ferris, Lucille, and I rushed Silas to the outside of the operating room.

The incident happened so fast that Lucille had completely broken down. She gripped my hand tightly, sobbing, "What do we do, Selena? Your uncle is going to be alright, isn't he?"

She turned to Ferris like a drowning woman grabbing a lifeline, clutching tightly to his white coat. "Ferris, this is Selena's uncle! He's my brother! I've never asked you for anything before, but please, I'm begging you. You have to save him!"

She was on the verge of collapsing in sheer despair, but Ferris caught her arm to stop her. "Try not to panic. We need to operate on him immediately."

He then looked at me and barked an order. "What are you standing there for? Go prep the room!"

I stared at him in confusion. I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to prepare, but I rushed into the operating room right behind him.

I watched Ferris make rapid phone calls to assemble a team, including several assistants who usually worked with him. A shocking realization hit me—Ferris was going to perform the surgery himself.

A wave of astonishment washed over me. Just then, his piercing gaze landed on my face. I heard him say into the phone, "Have them prep the OR immediately. I'll figure the rest out."

He noticeably furrowed his brow.

He hung up, stayed silent for two seconds, and turned to me. "Get into scrubs immediately. You're handling the anesthesia for this surgery."

I stared at him blankly, sure I had misheard him.

Even putting aside the fact that it was my own uncle on the table, a highly complex surgery like this would never involve an anesthesia intern like me. What exactly was Ferris thinking?

"What, didn't you hear me?" Ferris raised his voice when I didn't move. "Or do you think the patient can afford to wait a few more minutes?"

"I can do this," I stated with unwavering certainty. "I'll coordinate with everyone."

After declaring that, I began systematically setting up the ventilator with the other colleagues. My movements must have been relatively proficient, because the other doctors seemed to breathe a small sigh of relief.

Once my prep was done, Ferris stepped up to the operating table, his face a mask of calm focus.

My palms were dripping with sweat.

Glancing at Silas on the table, I gripped the edge of the counter hard to force myself to stay grounded.

Ferris's craniotomy had begun.