?<strong>Chapter 207:</strong>


    Her tone carried a mix of urgency and firmness, but the boy wasn’t deterred. “Miss, I must go inside and apologize. Please, just let me in. I’ll say what I need to say and leave immediately. I will not waste your time.”


    Before Angie could respond, he darted to the side, attempting to slip past her into the room.


    Panicking, Angie lunged for the door handle and mmed it shut with a resounding bang that echoed through the corridor. Now, both she and the boy were left outside the room.


    Inside the auditorium, the abrupt gesture caused a ripple of murmurs among the gathered doctors and nurses.


    “This is bad,” someone said, voice hushed yet panicked. “The door to the virtual surgery room is locked now, and the instrument nurse doesn’t have fingerprint ess. Unless Belinda opens it for her, the nurse will not be able to enter the room. Belinda is performing the surgery now and can’t open the door, so the nurse has to find the chief neurosurgeon to unlock the door for her.”


    “But Dr. McCoy is in surgery right now! He won’t be avable.”


    “Then it’s over. The nurse can’t enter the room!”


    “Who even is that boy? Why is he so determined to get in? Do you think it’s deliberate sabotage?”


    “Without the instrument nurse, how can Belinda handle the surgery? It’s impossible for her to manage alone.”


    Uneasy nces were exchanged, the growing tension filling the air. One consensus was clear: Belinda would probably fail this time.


    The worried whispers, transmitted through the nurse’s phone, reached Lucas and Johnson.


    Johnson clenched his jaw in frustration. “That boy must be doing this on purpose. Someone probably sent him to cause trouble for Belinda.”


    Lucas’ sharp eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He said nothing, though his mind churned with a single thought: could Belinda withstand this mounting pressure and perform the surgery sessfully?


    In the auditorium, no one noticed that Turner’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. His gaze slid toward Caiden, seated beside him, his toneced with mockery. “Mr. Rodgers, at this rate, it looks like Belinda doesn’t stand a chance of winning.”


    Caiden’s expression remained unchanged. He was unaffected by the matter. His voice was calm, almost detached. “Dr. Ortiz, the surgery isn’t over yet. Let’s not rush to conclusions now.”


    Turner chuckled lightly but said no more, his confidence unwavering. In his mind, Belinda couldn’t possibly perform the surgery sessfully after what had happened.


    Behind him, Ryan caught Verena’s gaze, and the two exchanged a knowing smile before returning their attention to the screen.


    The room fell silent, the tension palpable as every gaze remained glued to the screen.


    Inside the simtion room, Belinda’s hands were steady as stone. Not a single tremor betrayed the pressure she was under. Her focus was razor-sharp, entirely on correcting her earlier mistake, and she was nearly done doing that.


    “Look at herposure,” someone whispered. “It’s not easy for her to stay this calm under the current circumstances.”


    “Yeah,” another agreed. “Her hands haven’t faltered once. She is handling this perfectly.”


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