The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 666

The moment Ferris looked up at me, my panic deepened.

In the past, whenever an unexpected complication arose during one of his surgeries, Ferris was always intensely dissatisfied. He had always been a man of high standards—not just for himself, but for me as well.

Now that another complication had popped up today, would he—?

Ferris's dark brows knitted together slightly, and beneath his silver-rimmed glasses, his eyes held nothing but concern.

My fingers started to tremble again, but then a low, soothing voice reached my ears: "Stay steady. Follow the protocol."

It was brief and to the point. Just those few words.

Yet they effortlessly grounded my panicked, racing heart.

Because there was no blame in those words, no dissatisfaction, not even deliberate comfort—just a quiet strength that steadied me.

Secondary anesthesia was common in neurosurgery; it wasn't a huge crisis to begin with. I was just too on edge today, which was why I panicked. In moments like this, a calm mindset was everything.

I quickly gathered my wits, assessed the specific situation, and proceeded step by step according to protocol.

It was over in moments.

Amber let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, blood pressure is stable. Other vitals are returning to normal."

"Continue the surgery." Ferris pulled his gaze away from my face, gave a single nod, and looked back down to resume operating.

The operating room settled back into a quiet rhythm, everyone performing their roles with tense yet orderly precision.