The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 901

She was right.

In all of Port Capital, Capital General had the finest Department of Neurosurgery, and within that department, Ferris's skills were unmatched.

He was their top scalpel.

But now, the top scalpel was out of commission.

Who else at Capital General could successfully perform this operation?

The injury was in his brain, requiring a craniotomy and incredibly precise technique. Given his status, there was zero margin for error.

After all, a failed surgery wouldn't just be a tragedy; it would mean the loss of Capital General's most brilliant surgeon.

The immense pressure of the procedure meant very few would even have the courage to step up to the operating table.

I silently clenched my fists, my heart twisting as if crushed by invisible hands.

Just then, Alastair's voice drifted through the door again. "It's not as hopeless as you think. I've already made the arrangements. I've contacted Dr. Nash. You know how capable he is; his skills are right up there with Ferris's. If he takes the lead, nothing will go wrong."

Dr. Nash.

The moment Alastair mentioned the name, a kind, familiar face flashed through my mind.

He was a living legend—an incredibly gifted and capable neurosurgeon, much like Ferris.

The only difference was that he practiced at St. Jude, not Capital General.

But Alastair was resourceful and well-connected. If he had managed to get Dr. Nash, Ferris's surgery was in safe hands. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Inside the room, Vivian's crying subsided a little. "When will he get here? When can Ferris have the surgery? I can't bear the waiting. I'm terrified something else will go wrong."