?<strong>Chapter 205:</strong>


    “Attention, everyone! Thepetition is about to start! Today, we shall find out who is getting fired from Grand ins General Hospital.”


    Members of the group clicked on the link one by one, and soon enough, Ryan’s live stream had a small audience.


    A few momentster, the huge screen disyed Belinda’s setup. She and her instrument nurse were already in position.


    d in her surgical gear, Belinda adjusted her sses before slipping on the smartwatch that connected to the virtual surgical system. The system powered on, and a prompt appeared.


    “Wee to the Virtual Surgery System.”


    The same message popped up on her side of the big screen in the auditorium. With that, the screen synced to Belinda’s smart sses, providing the audience with her real-time perspective of the entire procedure.


    Within a couple of minutes, Kylee was synced up as well. Once they were both ready, thepetition officially began.


    A sharp beep echoed through the room, signaling the start of the simtion.


    The virtual disy illuminated with the details of the case—a simted patient presenting with a Type B aortic dissection.


    Belinda began performing the surgery first. Her n revolved around a minimally invasive stent graft procedure. This approach, typically used for Type B dissections, involved threading a stent through a small incision in the femoral artery to iste the damaged portion of the aorta.


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    It required the surgeon to be precise and was a technically demanding operation, needing steady hands and unwavering focus.


    At the outset, both Belinda and Kylee seemed to progress without issues. Their movements were calcted, their strategies clear.


    But midway through, Kylee began to falter.


    Turner noticed this immediately. His sharp eyes narrowed, concern creasing his brow as he watched Kylee perform the surgery. The anxiety twisting in his chest was almost palpable.


    He couldn’t deny what he knew. Kylee’s track record during practice had been abysmal. During the days of rigorous training, she had only managed a single sess—and even that was regarded as a lucky fluke. Since then, she hadn’t been able toplete the procedure sessfully, not even once.


    Although Turner outwardly appeared confident, deep down, he was far from certain that Kylee would seed this time. Still, he wasn’t overly worried. He believed that Belinda probably wouldn’t seed either.


    In his mind, as long as both women failed today, he had time on his side.


    He could work tirelessly with Kylee, guiding and teaching her. Eventually, she would be proficient and perform the surgery sessfully.


    “Hey, have you seen how steady Belinda’s hands are?”


    “Yeah, it’s like they don’t even tremble. It’s incredible.”


    “I think Belinda might actually win this.”


    “It’s not over yet. Let’s wait and see. The situation could change, and no one will know the result until the end.”


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