Facade

Liars and the doctors were puzzled at the mention of Mrs. Killian. They wondered when Bernard had gotten married. The young lady looked barely of age. 

Although their curiosity peaked, the doctors silently stared at Aaron, keeping their thoughts to themselves 

Outside the window, darkness gradually gave way to the breaking dawn, marking the end of the heart–wrenching wait. 

In the operating room, Hera’s forehead glistened with sweat as she deftly removed the bullet with the forceps in her left hand. 

The sound of the bullet hitting the metal tray echoed through the otherwise quiet operating room, drowned out only by the hum of machinery. 

Johnson’s eyes lit up with overwhelming joy. 

They had succeeded! Judging by the vital signs monitor readings, Bernard’s condition had been resolved without any complications. 

While he and other seasoned doctors had spent hours deliberating over a viable surgical plan, Hera had effortlessly completed the surgery after a quick examination of the CT scans and Bernard’s pulse. 

He found her to be truly remarkable. 

Johnson suddenly recalled Bernard’s search for Dr. Shadow. It seemed they no longer needed Dr. Shadow now that they had Hera 

“Stitch him up,” Hera instructed Johnson. 

As Johnson closed the wound with sutures, she applied a few more acupuncture needles to Bernard. 

With the surgery now concluded, Johnson moved to open the operating room door while Hera removed her gloves and gently brushed her fingers against Bernard’s cheeks. She let out a sigh of relief 

Although Bernard’s body temperature remained slightly elevated, his fever had subsided, and his lips had regained their natural color. 

Despite his pale expression, he slept soundly, like a sleeping prince awaiting to be wakened up with a kiss. 

As soon as the operating room door opened, Aaron hurried over and asked anxiously, “How did it go?” 

Stepping out of the operating room, Johnson finally released his tension, his expression worn out from exhaustion. 

However, his demeanor shocked the other doctors, who assumed the worst. A chillerept down their spines as they contemplated the potential consequences if Bernard had indeed perished during the surgery 

“Captain Ludden, I’m truly sorry. If I had tried to stop them or perhaps joined their surgery, Mr. Killian might still be alive now,” Liam exclaimed, dropping to his knees, his expression filled with remorse. 

Liam’s reaction startled the other doctors, leaving then certain if they should follow sult. 

“What nonsense are you blabbering about!” Johnson interjected. 

“The surgery was a great success! The patient is stable without needing to amputate his leg!” 

Really? Liam exclaimed in disbelief. 

Ignoring him, Johnson returned to the operating room to assist Hera in wheeling Bernard out. 

The doctors were left dumbfounded, unable to grasp how a young lady had succeeded in a surgery they deemed challenging. 

Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees, offering their sincere respect to Hera 

“you’re a genius, Mrs. Killan! You have our deepest respect and gratitude, Mrs. Killian!” Herastered of them in puzzlemural. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only