The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 283

Before he could utter another word, Percival raised his hand and gripped his wrist tightly.

His action seemed effortless, but Paul winced in pain.

It felt as if his bones were about to break.

Ryan and Cathy's faces turned pale, and they began shouting furiously, "Percival! What are you doing? Let go of your cousin, you worthless piece of trash! If you dare lay a hand on him, we won’t let you off easy!"

With that, they were about to charge at Percival.

Just as Percival was about to retaliate, Vivienne tugged at his coat. "Why bother?"

Their constant interference had completely worn out her patience.

She flicked several silver needles from her hand, directly hitting their pressure points.

Ryan and the others hadn't even seen what had happened before they found themselves unable to move or speak.

Vivienne glanced at them indifferently. It was as if she were looking at insignificant insects; her eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"Give this to Thomas." Vivienne took out a life-saving pill from her pocket and handed it to Leopold, who was standing beside her. "Call Eric immediately. Thomas needs surgery now!"

Even with her miraculous medical skills, it was impossible for her to perform two surgeries at once.

The pill could sustain Thomas's life and buy enough time for Eric to arrive.

"Rest assured, Vivienne. I'll handle it right away."

With Eric's proficiency in medicine and surgical skills, they were confident that Thomas would be fine.

Having given her instructions, Vivienne turned to Percival. "I need an assistant."

"I'll arrange it." Percival immediately made a call.

Soon, several people in white lab coats arrived, led by the hospital director.

As the director was about to greet Percival, Percival gave him a look, and he quickly understood. He then quickly turned to Vivienne. "Vivienne, we'd be glad to assist you with this operation."

Percival had already explained what he needed over the phone.

Vivienne immediately began sterilizing and then quickly led the doctors into the ER.

"I can't believe we're assisting a young girl. Has the director lost it?"

"How could they entrust such an important surgery to her? Are they trying to kill the patient?!"

Despite Vivienne's calm and skilled movements, the doctors couldn't help but feel unsure.

They were all seasoned surgeons with decades of medical study and practice.

Even with their expertise, they were still stumped by Richard's condition, so they made sure not to act rashly.

Yet Vivienne seemed unfazed. She only took half a minute to observe before picking up the scalpel.

She ignored their comments and focused entirely on the surgery.

"Stop the bleeding."

"Scalpel."

"Wipe my sweat."

Her instructions were concise, and her skilled movements gradually attracted the doctors' attention.

Even while suturing wounds around the heart, Vivienne's hands didn't tremble in the slightest. She handled the procedure swiftly and flawlessly.

The doctors grew increasingly impressed with her every move. Such surgical skills were rare even among veteran professors, yet Vivienne accomplished it with ease.

The surgery took a full three hours. When Vivienne emerged from the operating room, the Ellington family was growing impatient.

Vivienne's needles hadn't penetrated them deeply, so they were able to move again soon.