The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 259

I returned to the ward, pretending that nothing had happened.

I found Leon trying to convince Lucille to eat.

Seeing me return, Lucille, who had been looking utterly defeated, immediately jumped up in a panic. "How did it go, Selena? What did Ferris say? When will your uncle wake up?"

Recalling the scene at the lounge, my heart throbbed as if pierced by countless tiny needles. Stifling my emotions, I replied, "Normally, twenty-four to seventy-two hours, but it depends on the patient's recovery."

"Depends?" Lucille repeated the word, growing agitated. "That's your uncle in there! And Ferris personally did the surgery! Shouldn't he know exactly what's going on?"

Hearing her constantly calling him 'Ferris' and 'Dr. Sterling' as if we were incredibly close, I said softly, "He's The Scalpel, but he's not a fortune teller. We just have to wait and see how Silas recovers."

Lucille instantly lost her nerve. She physically deflated, stumbling back a step to lean against the chair. She muttered to herself in despair, "Even Dr. Sterling doesn't know for sure. What do we do... what if..."

"Lucille," Leon interrupted, crouching in front of her to offer comfort. "Since it was a major surgery requiring anesthesia, he obviously won't wake up until it wears off. You know this isn't a routine procedure. You need to trust Silas and the medical team at Capital General. But right now, you have a more important task."

Lucille looked confused and panicked. "What?"

"Taking care of yourself," Leon smiled warmly. "If you collapse from exhaustion now, who will be there when Silas wakes up? Post-op recovery isn't just a day or two; that's when you'll be the busiest. So you absolutely must preserve your health right now, understand?"

Lucille perked up after hearing Leon's words. "Yes, you're right. I have to take care of myself... I need to take care of myself..."

Leon noticed and tried to comfort me. "You should be glad Ferris was the lead surgeon. You should trust his skills."

Of course I trusted Ferris's medical skills. I was right there when he operated. It was just...

"Also..." Leon continued, opening up the conversation when I didn't speak, "your performance was incredibly professional, Dr. Hayes."

I lifted my eyes. "What?"

"I was watching the monitors while you and Ferris worked together," Leon explained patiently. His voice softened, like the dimming of the surgical lights in an OR. "I saw the entire process. You have to understand that this type of surgery demands immense technical skill. When the aneurysm ruptured, I could see your shoulders shaking, but you managed to control the blood pressure with perfect precision. Honestly, even Dr. Logan from your department might not have handled it with such finesse. You were absolutely brilliant, Selena."