American Medicine: I survived the death knell thanks to the devil.

"Surgery begins. Anesthesia induction complete."

Victoria stood in the surgeon's position.

"Number 15 blade."

With a crisp metallic clang, the blade in her hand sliced ​​through her skin.

It must be admitted that this young lady from the Vanderbilt family possesses astonishing talent.

At Metropolitan Hospital, she was recognized as a rising star in surgery.

Julian's eyes were fixed on Victoria's right hand, which held the scalpel, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"Use a retractor to expose the severed ends of the posterior tibial artery."

Victoria gave the order without looking up.

"clear."

Julian Cabot confidently reached out and snatched the job that originally belonged to Lynn, the second assistant.

For this surgery, he specially wore his own custom-made magnifying glass, muttering to himself:

"According to a review published last year in the New England Journal of Medicine, this type of endometrial detachment..."

Julian habitually flaunted his theoretical knowledge.

"Shut up and get to work."

Once Victoria was in surgery, she didn't give anyone face, not even Cabot.

Julian's technique is very academic, standard, but it's just standard.

On the unpredictable operating table, standards often mean rigidity.

"You're using too much force; you'll damage your nerve bundles!"

"A field of vision! I need a field of vision! Are you sleepwalking?"

Only two hours had passed, and fine beads of sweat were already forming on Julian's forehead.

He was a top student at Harvard Medical School and even published a paper in The Lancet. He knew all about surgical indications and pathophysiology by heart.

But medicine is ultimately an empirical discipline.

This kind of complex limb resuscitation surgery requires not only extensive knowledge, but also the feel for the body honed through thousands of practice sessions.

Clearly, this medical researcher, who is usually busy attending celebrity dinners and academic conferences, lacks the kind of brutal beatings that come from the front lines.

"Damn it!"

Julian's tweezers slipped, nearly severing a tiny accompanying vein.

Victoria took a deep breath, about to explode in anger.

A hand steadily reached out.

Lynn took over the retractor.

The angle was adjusted by five degrees, and the force was reduced by three-tenths.

The field of vision instantly became incredibly wide and clear, and the severed ends of the blood vessels that had been hidden in the pool of blood seemed to jump out on their own.

Victoria paused for a moment, then immediately lowered the clamps.

"Well done."

Those four simple words sounded like a slap in Julian's face.

He suddenly looked up at Lynn, his eyes filled with malice.

That's his spot!

Victoria's best partner.

For the next few minutes, an eerie rhythm filled the operating room.

Julian, who was originally intended to be the assistant, gradually found himself unable to get involved.

Whenever Victoria needed to cut the thread, Lynn's scissors were already in place.

Whenever rinsing is needed, saline solution always washes away the bloodstains just right.

Is this a resident physician who just graduated a year ago?

Julian watched Lynn's hands move nimbly under the microscope, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

This doesn't look like a newcomer at all.

This ability to anticipate anatomical structures and understand the surgeon's intentions is like that of a seasoned surgeon with thirty years of experience.

Moreover, this old guy has also become young again, possessing a young body with boundless energy.

On several occasions, Lynn had already assisted Victoria before she even had a chance to speak.

Snapped.

Click.

Crisp and powerful.

This unspoken understanding sent a chill down Victoria's spine.

Even the most senior specialist doctors in the department don't have such a comfortable working relationship.

"The vascular anastomosis is complete, and blood flow has resumed."

Victoria releases the clamp.

The shriveled, pale feet visibly regained their rosy color.

"The pulse is strong!" the anesthesiologist exclaimed excitedly.

The atmosphere in the operating room immediately relaxed.

Victoria put down the syringe and stretched her stiff neck.

Even the most resilient person can't withstand prolonged, high-intensity microsurgery.

She glanced at Julian, who was still pretending to be busy, and then at Lynn.

"Lynn, you do the rest of the stitching."

"What?"

Julian grew anxious. "For a star player of this caliber, the size of the scar is directly related to the surface stitches. I'll do it..."

"If you can guarantee your hands won't shake," Victoria bluntly exposed him.

Julian looked at his right hand, which was slightly spasming from holding the position for so long, gritted his teeth, and took a step back.

Ultimately, I've written too many papers and haven't wielded a scalpel enough.

Lynn took the needle holder and began suturing.

The stitches are fine and even, and the edges of the leather are perfectly aligned.

His two master-level skills not only brought his hemostasis and suturing techniques to the world's top level.

Lynn also found that she had a matching feel and clear vision.

This was also a great help in tasks beyond hemostasis and suturing.

Combined with his years of experience as a lead surgeon in a top-tier hospital in his previous life, he knew best what kind of help a lead surgeon needed, which is why he performed like this.

When the last stitch was cut, there was even a burst of applause in the operating room.

That was the heartfelt respect from the scrub nurses and anesthesiologists.

It is a matter of respect for technology.

……

"I have a meeting to attend tonight, so I'll be leaving now."

As soon as he came out of the operating room, Julian fled as if he were escaping, his face flushed.

The nurse covered her mouth and smiled, then left with the anesthesiologist.

After confirming that the patient had been safely transferred to the ICU, Lynn turned and went to the rest area.

Deep inside the cabinet, Lynn pulled out a bag of Geisha from the Emerald Estate in Panama.

A sticky note was attached that read, "Julian: Everyone, drink as much as you like."

This is one of Julian's few good points. Although he is arrogant, he is generous to people. In addition, the department's budget still depends on his family, which is why he has his status in the hospital.

Tear open the packaging, pour in the beans, and grind them.

Lynn picked up the long-spouted hand-drip kettle next to her and filled it with some hot water.

In his previous life, he worked like a beast of burden at a top-tier hospital, and he drank plenty of coffee.

At first, I used instant coffee, but later I became picky and started experimenting with hand-drip coffee.

Lynn wasn't like those pretentious bourgeois types who created any hierarchy of contempt.

In his view, there was no difference between his hand-drip coffee and the bald Director Wang next door who loved to drink strong tea from a large porcelain mug.

It's all just to keep myself energized during long hours of work.

As water flows down, the powder layer expands.

In no time, a cup of fragrant black coffee was ready.

Lynn carried the translucent white bone china cup toward Victoria's office.

"Who?"

"It's me, Lynn."

"Enter."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an undisguised weariness.

Lynn pushed open the door and entered.

Victoria had taken off her white coat and was only wearing that silk shirt.

She slumped into the chair, kicked off her shoes, and stomped onto the carpet without any regard for her image.

He held a slender cigarette between his fingers, but didn't light it; he was just staring blankly.

Upon seeing Lynn enter, she instinctively straightened her back, wanting to pull her feet back and revert to her usual aloof demeanor.

But she stopped halfway through the action.

too tired.

The deep-seated exhaustion made her abandon this pointless pretense.

More importantly, in front of this man, pretense seemed to have lost its meaning.

Victoria watched Lynn approach, her eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

Just a few days ago, this person was an invisible resident doctor whose name you couldn't even remember, a consumable that could be replaced at any time.

Before the surgery, he was a despicable man who possessed her fatal secret, making her want to kick him out of Metropolitan Hospital.

But in the past 7 hours...

He became his most reliable comrade-in-arms once again.

This was the most comfortable surgery she had ever undergone in her career.

This stark contrast left her mind in chaos, completely unable to understand the man in front of her who was several years younger than her.