Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Felicity growled, “What nonsense did you say? I know you care about Bailey, but how can you think so little of your grandpa's life? Isn't Ms. Bailey competent? I assume she'll be able to accomplish this surgery.”

With that, she glared at Bailey and said through gritted teeth, “You must complete this surgery successfully.”

Bailey ignored her and said to Yoel, “Don't worry, Mr. Chivers. I endured so many hardships and finally left my past trauma behind with much difficulty for the sake of accomplishing this surgery and repaying Old Mr. Chivers' kindness for saving my life previously.”

Then, she glanced at Artemis' handsome face.

Artemis was the person Bailey had to genuinely thank for being able to regain her confidence and display her excellent medical skills on the operating table again.

She wondered how many people in this world would be willing to sacrifice their lives just to help her.

Perhaps Edmund was also considered one of those people, but his thought process was too complex.

His measures were never as drastic as Artemis' because he took too many issues into consideration when contemplating his every move.

Even if Edmund were willing to give up his life to assist Bailey, he would not lose his mind and do something as irrational and wild as Artemis did.

That was probably the most distinctive difference between the two cousins.

Their personalities, miens, and the way they carried themselves were contrasting.

Ultimately, one became a well-mannered and humble gentleman while the other grew into a ruthless and cunning businessman.

Artemis seemed to have sensed her gaze. He slightly lifted his head, and their lines of vision intersected, sparking ambiguous emotions to rise within them.

He did not say a word and merely gave her an encouraging look.

Artemis was silently giving moral support to her.

Bailey could not help but curve her red lips into a faint yet unmistakably contented smile.

“It's almost time now. I'll be entering the operating room. This procedure will take approximately twelve hours. The rest of you, please wait outside patiently.”

“Okay.”

Standing around the operating table, Bailey located the precise incision point and swiftly sliced open the skin using a scalpel.

She had made plenty of preparations in the past few days.

For an experienced surgeon like her, the difficulty of that operation was not beyond her imagination. Everything was within her capabilities.

In fact, she was seventy percent sure that she could execute the craniotomy with perfection.

Having said that, some problems still arose during the surgery.

Approximately eight hours into the operation, Glen's cranial nervous system deteriorated. His vital signs also began to act irregularly, suggesting his life was hanging in the balance.

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is experiencing tachycardia.”

“Apply pressure on his eyeballs to stimulate oculocardiac reflex.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers' blood pressure is still on an increasing trend.”

“Inject medication to bring his blood pressure down forcefully.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is showing signs of respiratory depression.”

“Put him on a ventilator and increase the oxygen saturation.”

“Ms. Jefferson, we've tried that, but his heart rate is still high.”

“I've tried too, but the blood pressure is not coming down.”

“Patient is still in the hypoxic state despite being put on a ventilator.”