"Alright!" Harold said with a big grin, then turned to the doctors and nurses in the room. "Mr. Alexander Turner has bought over fifty percent of Blue Ridge Medical Center's shares. Starting today, he's our new chairman!"

The room went dead silent.

Alexander was now the new chairman of Blue Ridge Medical Center!

Sarah looked like she'd seen a ghost, her face going pale as her mind raced.How could this be happening?

Wendy was just as shocked. She glanced up and locked eyes with Alexander's intense, captivating gaze.

He was looking right at her, amusement dancing in his eyes.

They were so close that Wendy could catch a whiff of his cologne.

Feeling a bit awkward. Wendy looked away, trying to shake off the strange feeling bubbling up inside her.

Alexander's smile faded as he turned to Sarah and said calmly. ""Dr..Collins,am I qualified enough now to vouch for Dr. Knight?"

Sarah forced a stiff smile."Yes."

She looked like she was about to cry.

"In that case, if anyone dares to badmouth Dr. Knight in the future,"Alexander's voice was icy as he scanned the room, "they'll have to deal with me."

Everyone was stunned.

Sarah took a step back, almost losing her balance. Luckily, her assistant caught her just in time, saving her from the embarrassment of hitting the floor.

"You can all get back to work now." Alexander said coolly

"Yes,sir."

The crowd bowed and dispersed, sneaking glances at Alexander and Wendy as they left.

Harold exchanged a few words with Alexander before heading out too.

"Mr. Alexander Turner, thank you," Wendy said sincerely.

Alexander looked at her. "No need to thank me, Ms. Knight. We're friends.

"

Wendy fell silent.

A CEO of a publicly traded company was treating her like a friend so warmly and proactively. Wendy almost couldn't handle it.

After thanking him again, Wendy hurried back to the ward.

She had a patient who needed surgery.

When Wendy returned to her office, even Wren, who usually didn't like her, was being unusually friendly, offering her tea and water,making Wendy feel a bit out of place.

"Dr. Knight, I was too harsh yesterday. I apologize!"

"Dr. Knight, if you ever need my help, just ask. I won't refuse."

Wendy knew the sudden change in attitude was because people had heard that the Turner family was backing her.

But she didn't mind. It was human nature to favor the powerful.

Just then, Michael approached and said gently, "Get ready. You'll assist me in the surgery later."

Wendy was surprised to be allowed into the operating room so soon.

After a moment of hesitation, she quickly responded, "Yes, Dr.Chase."

Wendy rushed into the women's locker room to change.

Layer by layer, she sterilized and donned the sterile drapes.

In the haze induced by the medication, the patient seemed to be in a tranquil blue space, with the outside world growing increasingly distant.

Under the surgical lights, Wendy stood in the assistant's position, helping Michael with tasks like pressing to stop bleeding and cutting sutures-tasks that didn't require much skill. Using retractors and gauze was enough.

Although she hadn't performed many surgeries in recent years and her hands were a bit rusty, she managed to keep up with Michael's fast pace.

When the critical moment arrived, Michael signaled to Wendy,"See that?The stone is obstructing."

The affected area was inflamed and red, surrounded by cloudy fluid.

Wendy nodded vigorously, relieved that her carlier diagnosis was

confirmed.

Using her left hand to retract the muscle tissue and her right hand to cut the sutures, she took the opportunity to ask, "Dr. Chase, why is there tenderness here?"

"The tenderness is likely misleading. Check again after the surgery, and it will probably be gone," Michael explained patiently.

"Got it. I'll keep an eye on it tomorrow," Wendy replied.

During the suturing, the abdominal wall tissue was thick, oozing blood and oil. A swipe of gauze cleaned it instantly.

Michael signaled Wendy to take the lead for the final skin suturing.

Wendy focused intently, holding the needle holder carefully, threading the needle through the skin, looping, and tying the knot.

Though her technique was a bit inexperienced, with Michael's assistance.they worked seamlessly together and successfully completed the surgery.

Wendy's tense heart finally relaxed, and she let out a sig of relief.

"Congratulations, Dr. Knight. Youdid an excellent job," Michael said with a calm tone, showing no sign of excitement.

"Thank you," Wendy replied with a faint smile, her brows relaxing,making her look even more graceful and lively.

Michuel felt his heart race, swallowing hard as he pretended to be calm while packing up.

After the surgery, before the end of her shift. Wendy conducted a thorough post-operative check on the patient.

Once she confirmed everything was fine, she headed to the oncology department.

Her genetic test results were in, and she could start her treatment.

Seeing the complex data and diagnosis, her face turned a bit pale.

Her condition was more severe than she had anticipated.

Targeted therapy was precise, but the process was undeniably painful.

Wendy sat in the treatment chair as the medication slowly entered her body, a wave of intense discomfort washing over her.

She bit her lip, sweat beading on her forehead, her hands gripping the armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Every passing second felt excruciatingly long, the searing pain threatening to tear her apart.

Her consciousness began to fade under the onslaught of pain, growing hazy.

Just as she felt she was about to be consumed by darkness, unable to endure any longer, a pair of warm, dry hands suddenly held hers.

The warmth brought a sliver of clarity amidst her agony, and she looked up, meeting a pair of deep, dark eyes.