The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 262

A surge of indignation coursed through me, and I was about to argue back when Leon spoke up. "Ferris is right. I'm not on the surgical team, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go in right now. The family still has a visitor's pass, so I can drop by later."

The conflict ended with Leon backing down.

Even so, Ferris's mood didn't improve in the slightest. By the time we entered the ICU, the oppressive aura radiating from him was suffocating.

The other doctors in the group were dead silent.

I was used to this. I simply focused on recording the various monitor readings. Suddenly, Ferris's harsh reprimand cut through the silence. "How many hours has it been since the surgery, and this is the first evaluation? What exactly is the anesthesiology team doing?"

I looked up and saw Ferris holding a penlight, checking Silas's pupils. The harsh light cast tiny reflections in his narrowed eyes, making his striking features look even more arrogant and unapproachable.

He was clearly targeting me.

I explained, "This isn't the first evaluation. It's—"

"Then why didn't your anesthesia team report this inexplicable fluctuation in blood pressure?" Ferris slammed the metal medical chart against the footboard of the bed with a loud crash. "Are you still going to make excuses, Dr. Hayes?"

I looked at the thirteen-hour continuous brain oxygen monitoring curve on my tablet and said, "I verified the patient's remifentanil dosage every hour..."

"Did you?" Ferris scoffed coldly. "Weren't you sleeping last night, Dr. Hayes? Did you verify it in your dreams?"

I stared at him in shock, unable to formulate a response.

Before resting, I had specifically asked Leon to monitor this set of data for me and text it to my phone.

He had done exactly that, but I hadn't been there in person—even though hospital policy didn't strictly require me to stay in the ICU the entire time.

But I had had enough. Today, I was fully prepared to argue this out with him.

"Do I really need to spell it out for you, Dr. Hayes?" Ferris said with absolute certainty. "It's obviously an interaction between the anesthetic drugs. All thanks to you."

I knew he would pin the blame on me.

From the very beginning, he only dragged me into this surgery so I could be his scapegoat. Now, he had finally found his perfect opportunity.

I didn't argue immediately. I pulled up the real-time brain oxygen monitoring data and said, "Look here, Director. The data shows that the fluctuation in blood pressure has nothing to do with the anesthetics we used. On the contrary..."

I paused, sweeping my gaze over every senior doctor in the room before speaking my mind. "I believe it might be related to the lead surgeon's excessive use of dehydrating agents."