?<strong>Chapter 424:</strong>


    Her breathing grew morebored, and sweat beaded on her brow, dripping faster than she could wipe it away.


    “Dr. Wright, are you sure you’re alright? You seem unwell,” one of the doctors spoke up, his concern evident.


    “Yes, Dr. Wright, please, if you’re not feeling well, it’s crucial to let us know. Don’t overexert yourself,” another doctor added urgently.


    Belinda inhaled deeply, her voice slightly shaky as she responded, “I understand my body better than anyone else. I’m perfectly capable of continuing the surgery.”


    She had felt simr symptoms before—clear signs of an allergic reaction. Yet, she was puzzled about the source of the allergen.


    Just then, blood spurted violently from the patient.


    “Dr. Wright! We’ve got a hemorrhage here!” a nurse called out in a frantic voice.


    With unwavering focus, Belinda zeroed in on the source of the bleeding. “Dr. Wright! The patient’s blood pressure is plummeting!” the nurse shouted again, her voiceced with anxiety.


    Despite the escting situation, Belinda maintained herposure, her face a mask of concentration.


    Two doctors nearby exchanged knowing nces. They had been quietly informed by Turner that, should Belinda struggle during the surgery, they were not to intervene immediately. If she showed signs of faltering, they were to suggest another surgeon take over.


    This was Belinda’s first surgery as the lead surgeon. If she needed assistance, it would provide Turner with an opportunity to question herpetence.


    With that in mind, one of the doctors cautiously asked, “What’s our next step here?”


    “Perhaps we should consider calling another doctor for support?” suggested another, seizing the opportunity to advance his own agenda.


    The nurse beside the two doctors furrowed her brow, her voice tinged with urgency. “But the surgery is at a critical stage! Bringing in another doctor now will waste precious time. Every second we dy increases the risk to the patient!”


    “But continuing like this will only make the patient’s condition worse!” one of the doctors argued, frustration evident in his tone.


    “Enough!” Belinda’s voice cut through the tense exchange.


    The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward Belinda.


    She took a steadying breath and said, “There’s no need to call anyone else. I can handle this.” Her tone was firm, and her confidence radiated.


    But one doctor remained unconvinced. “Dr. Wright, I understand this is your first surgery as the lead surgeon and that the surgery’s sess is vital for your career. But this is about the patient, not your pride. Given the circumstances, you cannot do this alone. If we don’t bring in another doctor to help, the patient’s life is at serious risk!”


    Belinda paused, her fingers tightening around the scalpel.


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