?<strong>Chapter 972:</strong>


    Belinda and the resident physician had to begin post-exposure prophxis immediately.


    In another operating room, Turner was in the middle of surgery when he caught wind of the situation. For a brief moment, his hands paused mid-motion—but instead of concern, a smug smirk yed beneath his surgical mask.


    Belinda, of all people, experiencing upational exposure? It served her right!


    Suppressing a chuckle, he refocused on his task, utterly unfazed.


    Meanwhile, Belinda and the resident physician had to hold out until their recement arrived. They quickly wiped away the blood, changed into fresh protective gear, put on new masks, goggles, and double-gloved before diving back into the procedure.


    The resident physician’s hands trembled slightly.


    “Stay calm,” Belinda said, though her voice was hoarse.


    She soundedposed, but her racing heart betrayed her.


    The resident physician swallowed hard, blinking back tears before nodding and pressing on.


    Fortunately, within five minutes, the recement doctor arrived—Darlene Mitchell, the deputy chief physician.


    “The other doctors, nurses, and I will handle it from here,” Darlene said solemnly.


    Belinda and the resident physician stepped back, relinquishing control of the operation.


    “Be careful,” Belinda reminded them before leaving.


    “Don’t worry,” Darlene assured her.


    The moment they exited the operating room, Belinda and the resident physician stripped off their surgical gowns, thoroughly disinfected themselves, and took quick showers. They meticulously rinsed their eye mucous membranes with isotonic sodium chloride solution before taking their post-exposure prophxis medication.


    The director reassured them, “You’ll be fine since you took the medication so quickly.”


    Just as he finished speaking, the office door suddenly burst open with a loud bang.


    Lucas stormed in, his expression a vtile mix of panic and fury.


    Belinda’s eyes widened in shock. “Why are you here?”


    Without saying a word, Lucas closed the distance between them and pulled her into an embrace.


    Lucas enveloped Belinda in a tight embrace, as if he yearned to fuse their very souls into one harmonious entity.


    His hands trembled ever so slightly as he held Belinda close to his heart.


    The moment Belinda found refuge in his arms and inhaled the familiar, soothing scent that brought herfort, tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to spill over.


    The weight of fear and anxiety that had gripped her heart for what felt like an eternity finally began to unravel.


    Caiden spoke with grave assurance, his voice steady. “Rest easy, Mr. rk. Belinda has already taken the emergency prophctic treatment. Less than thirty minutes have passed since the exposure, so the likelihood of sess remains exceptionally high.”


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