Chapter 102: Chapter 102 He Must Stay Alive
Meeting room of the hospital.
A five-square-meter LED screen was switched to show dozens of small screens, each displaying detailed scenes from several operating rooms.
Jeffrey Foster watched the ongoing surgeries with an authoritative professor in the field, occasionally making a few comments.
Halfway through the surgeries, Jeffrey Foster arranged for the deputy director to monitor the progress. He then left the meeting room under the pretext of making rounds.
Elder Piers glanced at the departing figure of Jeffrey Foster and clenched his fist.
Leaving the meeting room, Jeffrey Foster went into an office. When he came out, he wore the same outfit, but something felt different.
Inside the office, Jeffrey Foster opened a bookshelf, revealing an elevator. It descended to the third basement level, where another metal door greeted him when the elevator opened.
After scanning his retina, the metal door slowly opened to the sides. His vision broadened as he saw an expansive experimental base of over a hundred square meters.
Brandon Piers had been waiting for a long time.
“How are things upstairs?” Brandon Piers lay on the operating table, thinking that the chubby kid might be disappointed today. This medical competition involved talents recommended by hospitals from various places. They all had rich clinical experience and unique strengths. Surgeries were arranged based on personal resumes, analyzed by big data.
After advancing, high-difficulty surgeries would be arranged. At that time, authoritative doctors from various departments would assist personally and observe the scoring.
If problems occurred during surgery, it wouldn’t be something the hospital could handle alone.
Given the chubby kid’s resume, he might get assigned to suture a fruit knife cut in the first round at best?
Thinking of this, Brandon Piers curled his lips.
“Don’t worry, I have my people watching. There won’t be any problems.” Jeffrey Foster thought Brandon Piers was worried about issues arising after his departure.
“Well, let’s begin.” Brandon Piers nodded. After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.
This surgery was imperative. His heart had been deteriorating since last year. Medication could no longer control it; only surgery could help. There was no time to delay.
Jeffrey Foster changed into surgical attire. Looking at the young and handsome man on the operating bed, he hesitated and asked, “Second Young Master, is there anything else you want to say?”
The location of this surgery was very special. It required blind suturing and prevention of massive bleeding at the same time.
To make matters worse, the patient had a rare panda blood type, immediately elevating the surgery’s difficulty to another level.
“Dr. Foster, if you ask me like that, I might regret it.” Brandon Piers said teasingly. Was he asking him to lay out his last wishes?
Deep down, he knew that this surgery could very well be a life-or-death situation.
A trace of self-mockery appeared on his lips. He thought living in the Piers family’s scheming and survival-of-the-fittest environment for so many years had made him indifferent to life and death. But at this moment, he felt fear.
“Just routine.” Jeffrey Foster said verbally, but his expression was far from relaxed. The few cardiovascular experts following him were also tense.
“Don’t worry, Dr. Foster.” He had already made all the necessary arrangements. As for the surgery’s outcome, he would leave it to fate.
But he did not know why, after saying this, the image of Abigail Green holding Teddy suddenly flooded his mind. He then realized he seemed to have forgotten to arrange for the chubby kid.
The chubby kid was Teddy’s biological mother. If he were gone, naturally Abigail Green wouldn’t marry him. But she might fight for the child and use Teddy to gain benefits for herself.
However, the chubby kid was so stubborn. She definitely wouldn’t let them succeed. If a dispute arose, given Lincoln Green’s urine nature, he would only side with Ruby Green.
Thinking of this, Brandon Piers suddenly couldn’t remain calm.