Yvette’s slender, pale fingers held the medical records. Since Zachary was just brought in this morning, there were only a few pages in the records.


    She skimmed through the lines quickly and finished reading in just two minutes.


    Seeing Yvette’s actions, Harold thought she surely didn’t understand. He thought Yvette was just trying to act confidently.


    Harold wasn’t the only one who thought that way. Tristan and the surrounding doctors and nurses felt the same.


    Even though Lucas was anxious, he believed Yvette had her reasons for spending time reading the records, not without purpose.


    Jeremiah waspletely focused on Yvette, seeing everyone else as a mere background.


    After finishing the records, Yvette slightly turned, a hint of coldness on her brow. She looked up and said, “Set up the operating room for me. I will do the surgery myself.”


    As soon as she said those words, everyone looked at Yvette in disbelief, who remained calm andposed.


    ‘Do we hear it wrong? Is she going to perform surgery on her father herself?’ everyone thought.


    Even Lucas was somewhat taken aback. Although he trusted Yvette, this sounded too unbelievable.


    Jeremiah paused for a moment and calmly asked, “What’s the sess rate? Do we need to wait for Quentin to assist you?”


    In the hallway, Tristan, Harold, and about a dozen doctors and nurses were leftpletely speechless again. Their expressions were indescribable.


    ‘It’s one thing to have one crazy person. But now there’s an even crazier person. And they are talking about Quentin’s assistance? How can they say such things without feeling guilty?’ everyone thought.


    Yvette shook her head sincerely.


    “No need for surgery, just acupuncture will do. The blood clot in his brain is not that big of a deal,” Yvette said.


    Their conversation kept surprising the people around them repeatedly.


    Even Tristan found it hard to keep listening. It was concerned about a patient’s life, Tristan would have to step in, even if it meant offending Jeremiah.


    “Mr. Chavez, and Ms. Chambers, you mentioned acupuncture? Using traditional medicine? That sounds unlikely. I think we should wait for Quentin to return. I’ll ensure all the doctors in the hospital work together to try their best to save Mr. Chambers,” Tristan said.


    Tristan felt he was being as polite as possible. He couldn’t trust a word Yvette was saying. Traditional medicine, while profound, had certainly declined significantly.


    ‘Getting rid of a blood clot without surgery? That’s absurd! Who could believe that? Tristan thought.


    Harold couldn’t help but speak up, his face stern, “Ms. Chambers, stop joking around. Acupuncture? Did you even look at what the medical report says? Do you know where the clot is located? Even with surgery, it’s not guaranteed. And you’re saying acupuncturé is enough? I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it’s just too ridiculous! Stop causing a scene, just wait for Dr. Xander to return, and sign the form when he does.”


    The other doctors and nurses present were brought by Jeremiah from Betrico. Aware of Jeremiah’s status, they only dared to silentlyin in their hearts.


    Jeremiah’s gaze turned a bit chilly as he looked at Tristan, his tone leaving no room for argument, saying, “Go, prepare the operating room.”


    Tristan had no way to stop Jeremiah. It seemed impossible, but he still had toy out the harsh facts beforehand.


    He spoke to Yvette, “Ms. Chambers, if you insist on personally treating your father, then please sign the consent form before entering the operating room. If anything happens to Mr. Chambers, Seacrity Hospital will not be held responsible.”


    Tristan still wanted to try to stop them again. After all, it was a human life at stake. He couldn’t just stand by and watch someone vanish right before his eyes.


    Yvette’s brows and eyes lowered, showing a hint of impatience and irritation.


    She nodded and said, “Alright, get ready. If anything goes wrong, you won’t have to take any responsibility.”


    Lucas looked at Yvette, wanting to say something but held back. In the end, he let out a deep sigh.


    Harold kept a calm face and said nothing.


    Yvette was the only legitimate heir to Zachary. At this moment, only her decision had legal weight. Since she was determined to do things her way, no one could stop her.


    After painstakingly saving someone for five hours, only to lose him again. How could Harold not be angry?


    Yvette had her eyes loweredzily, arms crossed as she leaned against a chair in the corridor. Turning to Jeremiah, who was sitting next to her, she asked calmly, “What about the culprit?”


    Jeremiah looked at Yvette intently. He lowered his voice and reached out to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.


    “Don’t worry, I’ve sent Andrew over. No one can escape now,” Jeremiah said.


    Yvette looked up and gave Jeremiah a deep nce, her lips pressed tightly, her delicate features showing an icy coldness.


    “Fine,” Yvette said.


    The staff at Seacrity Hospital were incredibly efficient. Ten minutester, everything was already prepared.


    Tristan, Harold, Lucas, and the doctors and nurses Jeremiah had brought from Betrico were all waiting outside the operating room.


    Everyone directed their gaze towards Yvette and Jeremiah, who were sitting. Mainly at Yvette, an arrogant person who bragged that she could disperse bruises with only acupuncture.


    Tristan had already fulfilled his duties. He held a liability waiver signed by Yvette that absolved the hospital of any responsibility.


    “Ms. Chambers, the operating room is ready, and Mr. Chambers is inside. You can go in personally now,” Tristan said.


    He paused for a moment here, his expression still somewhat uneasy.


    Then he continued, “You can go in and personally perform acupuncture on your father now.”


    Harold leaned against the white wall. His face was stern and cold Earlier, Tristan had already informed him of Jeremiah’s identity.


    Harold hadn’t expected that Jeremiah was indeed someone with significant connections and great influence.


    It was not true to say Harold wasn’t afraid, but he honestly couldn’t ept how Yvette disregarded her own father’s life.


    Yvette stood up and walked towards the operating room, her face showing no expression.


    Jeremiah shifted slightly, holding her hand, his thumb gently warming her cold skin.


    He spoke softly, “With me here, there’s no need to feel stressed.”


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    Yvette raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. The confidence in her dark eyes left Jeremiah momentarily stunned, and then he also smiled gently.


    Yvette paused as she passed by Lucas.


    Her voice was calm and cool, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s just a minor surgery. I’ll be out soon.”


    Lucas wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded firmly to Yvette.


    “Ms. Chambers, you must save the master,” Lucas pleaded.


    The people present werepletely speechless, thinking, ‘Seriously? Who would call this a minor surgery?N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    ‘Even Quentin, the top brain surgeon, would only say that he’s sixty percent confident. Yet she is so sure acupuncture would work without even needing surgery.


    ‘How are we medical professionals supposed to handle this?’


    A mix of emotions clouded the group’s faces as they watched Yvette’s frail figure. She would probably return to announce Zachary’s death.


    By then, Zachary wouldn’t rest in peace, dying at his own daughter’s hands.


    The door to the operating room closed. Everyonepletely lost sight of Yvette.


    Harold, for some reason, stayed seated, staring unblinkingly at the operating room door.


    Tristan approached Jeremiah carefully and said, “Mr. Chavez, if Ms. Zeller’s acupuncture doesn’t work and Quentin can’t get back in time,”


    Jeremiah stood with his hands in his pockets. A chill enveloped him. His voice became deeper, strikingly different from his earlier tone with Yvette.


    Jeremiah stated with a cold and determined voice, “It won’t happen.”


    Tristan was momentarily stunned before he understood what Jeremiah was implying.


    ‘Gosh! Where on earth does he get that kind of confidence?’ Tristan thought.


    Tristan wanted to go up and shake Jeremiah to wake him up.


    ‘Wake up, wake up, traditional medicine is vast and profound. How could a girl like Yvette possibly understand it all?


    ‘Blood cirction? Isn’t that just aplete joke?’ Tristan shouted in his heart.