When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 125

"You’d better find someone else to treat your mother."

Patrick panicked. "Didn’t you just say you could treat her?"

Zayden gave a cool tug at the corner of his mouth. "I can. But I can’t do it alone. I need an anesthesiologist assisting me the whole time."

Patrick looked toward the group of anesthesiologists nearby. "Aren’t they?"

These were the ones his scumbag father had paid a fortune to bring in.

The elder leading the group spoke up. "The patient’s condition is unique. Normal acupuncture anesthesia won’t cut it. You need someone elite."

They didn’t want to admit they’d been outdone by a girl. But calling her an elite master — and admitting they weren’t quite at that level — helped them save face.

"You weren’t the ones in the OR earlier?" Patrick asked.

The elder waved his hand. "A master did it. Otherwise, there’s no way the surgery would’ve gone so smoothly."

Everyone in the OR had been wearing masks and white coats with caps. They hadn’t clearly seen the girl’s face.

Patrick’s eyes lit up. "Can we get that person to help again?"

"With the way things are now? Good luck." You treated that little menace the way you did earlier — she’d be a fool to help you.

Zayden didn’t waste a single word and walked away.

Now Patrick was truly panicked. Wasn’t this the legendary master his deadbeat father had hired? How could he suddenly turn on them like that?

Was it because he let Celeste get slapped twice? Was Hayes Corp protecting one of their own?

He tracked down the attending physician from the ER to try and get some information.

The attending looked constipated. "The key to Madam Roberts’s condition is the anesthesiologist. Without one, nothing else matters."

Just then, Celeste emerged after applying ointment to her face. She tried to comfort him. "Don’t worry. I met with Mr. Jackson today. He owes me a favor. For my sake, I’m sure he’ll convince Zayden to help."

She had just pulled out her phone when the attending’s phone rang. It was Zayden.

"Five hundred thousand dollars. I can treat her."

He said only that—no explanation, no pleasantries.

The attending felt his scalp go numb.

Thankfully, his phone volume was loud enough that he didn’t have to repeat the message. Otherwise, people might think he was pocketing the money himself.

"If the Jensen family agrees, discharge Yvette and bring her to the school nurse’s office."

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