The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 294

It was a third surgery. The risks and difficulty were obvious. Any sane anesthesiologist would want to stay far away from this, especially since the lead surgeon was the notoriously picky and cautious Ferris Sterling.

As I mentioned, this surgery was an absolute uphill battle. If he won, Ferris had simply fulfilled his duty as a doctor. But if he lost, it would definitely be a stain on his flawless record.

Seeing that no one was eager to step up, I gathered my courage and said, "The patient is my family member, and I handled the anesthesia protocols for the first two surgeries. Therefore, I would like to request to participate this time as well. Please give me this opportunity."

Dr. Yates immediately looked to Ferris for his opinion.

Ferris glanced at me and said, "Dr. Hayes has been involved in the patient's treatment since admission. She has a solid understanding of the patient's overall condition, so it's perfectly fine."

Since the lead surgeon gave his approval and the other departments had no objections, I became the first anesthesia intern to break protocol and collaborate with Ferris during a public seminar.

Whether it was to take the blame or to learn, the person lying in that hospital bed was Silas. I had no choice but to fight with everything I had.

The seminar finally decided to schedule the surgery for the morning after next.

After the meeting, I relayed the news to Lucille. She placed her hands together, looking upward in silent gratitude. "Thank God. Please watch over him and make sure he wakes up safely."

Remembering the gathering that evening, I instructed, "I have other plans tonight. Call me if anything comes up."

Lucille looked at me in confusion. "What plans?"

I quickly found an excuse. "Work."

Lucille didn't press the issue any further.

After leaving the hospital, I immediately returned to Eden Gardens. I changed into the custom-made professional dress, applied light makeup, and finally called Ferris.

My heart drummed nervously.

But I didn't dare ask a single question.

The car sped along, turning onto a lush, tree-lined avenue before finally stopping in front of a set of vintage iron gates.

I looked up to see a massive mansion standing on a corner shaded by sycamore trees. A gray-white granite base supported russet brick walls, the mottled textures steeped in the passage of time. Under the baroque arched portico, four Corinthian columns held up an elaborately carved cornice, while a brass houseplate gleamed faintly in the twilight. The three-story structure tapered elegantly upward, the cast-iron railings of its curved balconies crawling with wisteria, casting swaying shadows of hollowed-out grapevines in the wind.

It possessed an old-school refinement mixed with a distinct cosmopolitan flair.

It was obviously the residence of a powerful, wealthy family.

The car door opened, and Ferris stepped out before me. I followed closely behind. Casting a casual glance toward the entrance, my eyes landed on the houseplate on the side, and I clearly read the words: "The Lennox Manor."