The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 258

Although it wasn't my first time standing in an OR with him, nor my first time watching him operate, seeing his meticulous precision and flawless technique under the microscope still left me deeply in awe.

His unwavering composure offered me a strange sense of comfort.

Just as I was silently praying for a smooth procedure, the monitor suddenly emitted a series of piercing, frantic beeps. Ferris glanced through the microscope and said in a grave tone, "Secondary rupture of the aneurysm. Hold steady, everyone."

He immediately looked at me and commanded, "Dr. Hayes, suppress the blood pressure right now."

I stared at him in shock, about to ask for the exact numerical target, when Ferris barked, "Don't tell me you don't even know how to control blood pressure, Dr. Hayes!"

A cold sweat broke out on my back, but his sharp reprimand ironically cleared my head. I immediately made the necessary adjustments to the medication. Although my hands were trembling slightly, I successfully hit the targets Ferris required.

Every second felt like grueling torture, but finally, two hours later, Silas's surgery was a success.

However, the end of the surgery didn't mean Silas was out of the woods. Ferris had him transferred to the ICU.

Outside the observation room, Lucille wiped her tears and said, "Thank goodness for Ferris. If it weren't for him, your uncle would have..."

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes made my heart ache. She continued, "I didn't even get to see him after the surgery. Selena, go find him. Tell him the Hayes family will always remember this favor."

Lucille wanted me to thank Ferris personally.

She was right. Silas's condition had been a sudden emergency. Even though Ferris had explicitly refused the surgery, he still stepped up when it mattered most. I owed him a proper thank you.

After all, I understood the sheer risk of this procedure better than anyone.

Even Ferris, who was writing up a report, glanced up. "What?"

Zoey looked at him tentatively, acting timid. "You know how Selena and Dr. Lennox had some misunderstandings about you over this. If the surgery went well, everyone would be happy. But if it didn't... I was so worried they would hold a grudge and damage their relationship with you."

Ferris let out a cold scoff. "There are always countless variables in surgery. Even if the patient remains in a coma, it's completely within medical expectations. Besides, with an anesthesia intern on the team, even if they decide to throw a fit, the blame will never fall on my shoulders."

I shrank back against the wall as if I had been struck by lightning. I felt completely drained, as if every ounce of strength had been siphoned from my body.

Only then did I realize that the meticulous details I had respected and admired in the operating room were nothing more than residual warmth.

And the opportunity he had supposedly given me was just poison coated in sugar.