César frowned when a strange object pressed against his waist. He looked at Wendy and reminded her, "Do you know what you're doing? You're trying to believe the lies of a guy who doesn't even seem to surpass Sebastián in experience!"
"Do you want to kill me over a lie? This is a continental hotel! And it's forbidden to spill blood!"
Wendy applied a bit more force, pushing the surgical scissors a little deeper. "Hey, you're going to die anyway if the surgery isn't completed, so what harm is there in killing you?"
"Besides, what's wrong with me being willing to listen to his method? In the current situation, I'm not willing to give up any hope." Wendy was quite a rebellious woman. Not only did she not care about killing César at this moment, but she also trusted her own senses.
She knew that having been deceived by Sebastian just to gain a little more no longer mattered—no matter what happened here, death was everywhere.
"Yes, that arrogant look. Go ahead, you can keep being stubborn. Then how about I send you to your death first?"
Feeling the pain in his waist, César muttered "crazy bitch" a couple of times before reluctantly looking at Elion in front of him.
Then, in a barely audible voice, he apologized:
"I'm sorry."
"Huh? I can't hear you. Haven't you eaten? Speak louder!"
César's expression changed as he tried to adjust it, but the hard object behind him pushed him forward again.
He could only grit his teeth, his chest heaving violently several times before he forced himself to swallow his anger.
"I'M SORRY!"
Elion nodded with satisfaction. "Very well, at least this apology shows some sincerity."
He had already reached a point where it annoyed him that people underestimated his abilities. At the very least, he didn't want to be considered an idiot with scant medical knowledge outside the hospital as well.
Having achieved his objective, he said, "I don't know if you noticed, but the location of his left kidney was obstructing our surgical view. I noticed that both of his kidneys were healthy, which meant it wouldn't matter even if he were missing the left kidney."
"Once the left kidney is gone, we'll have enough surgical field to reach and remove the tumor! Although this is quite a challenge, it significantly improves the success rate of blind cutting."
After hearing Elion's idea, everyone had the same thought in their minds.
This guy is crazy!
"You're insane! I thought it was a great idea!"
"So you really want us to extract a healthy organ just to get better surgical visibility?"
"Do you understand what you're saying?"
Sebastián, who was equally shocked, felt that there truly was a chance of success after regaining his composure.
"Wait, he's right. Our thinking is too conventional."
"Losing a kidney isn't a big deal! If the tumor can be removed, not only will Albert's life be saved, but ours as well."
"Let's do what Dr. Whitmore says!"
Even so, the second assistant still looked worried:
"That said, it's still very difficult."
"Even with a clear view, separating the tumor from the abdominal aorta would be extremely hard."
The surgeon got up from the floor and put on a new, sterile surgical gown.
"In any case, this has a higher success rate than blind cutting."
"Then it's decided. Let's begin. Dr. Whitmore, you'll be the assistant."
Elion nodded. As long as the surgeon maintained motivation and had a good field of vision, he had already won half the battle.
The remaining half depended on patience.
As long as you have patience and remove the layers little by little, the chances of the surgery being successful remain very high!
Seeing that everyone was about to make a move, César, who had originally been on the sidelines, immediately shouted, "Hey! What you're doing will kill all of us! We have plenty of time to consider other options; there's no need to rush!"
"Damn it! Stop right now!"
Hearing César's roar, Sebastian frowned and said to the assistant who was threatening César with surgical scissors, "Raul, take him out of here and don't let him interfere with us!"
The silent Raul nodded, tightened his grip, and César had no choice but to walk obediently outside under his threat.
Sebastián turned his gaze back to the young Elion.
"Dr. Whitmore, this isn't a theoretical class at school. I hope your skills match your words. Otherwise, it's better you take them to the grave."
Elion smiled, took Mei's dissection scissors, and skillfully opened the fascia using the methods he had learned in university classes, exposing the kidneys.
The surgeon looked at Elion in surprise. Such precise surgical technique was something no novice could achieve.
Relieved, he focused all his attention on the surgery at hand.
With a good assistant, his pressure would undoubtedly be much lower.
Now, all he needed to do was use forceps to clamp the renal hilum, cut off the blood supply, and then extract it.
Thanks to their perfect coordination, the intact kidney was quickly removed.
The tumor covering the abdominal aorta was now completely exposed to the eyes of the two men.
After the second assistant suctioned the wound, the surgeon took a deep breath and began the careful dissection. As time passed, the tumor gradually moved away from the area of the abdominal aorta.
However, beads of sweat slowly appeared on the surgeon's forehead, and his back was already soaked with sweat.
He even needed to stop the surgery from time to time to rest before he could continue.
At the same time, the surgeon's blinking frequency also increased. Everything showed that at this age, even an experienced surgeon was exhausted!
As everyone knows, whether driving or performing surgery, fatigue greatly increases the probability of accidents.
Sebastián also understood this principle, but he didn't dare—nor did he feel comfortable—entrusting this life-and-death surgery to another person.
Albert wanted to attend his daughter's wedding, but how much more did he long to see his granddaughter's wedding?
Nevertheless, an old man's energy is always limited. Just as he was about to insert the curved scissors back into the thoracic cavity, a gleaming scalpel blocked his path.
Sebastián looked at his assistant, Elion, with a perplexed expression.
Elion stared him straight in the eyes and said:
"You're tired. Let me take over."
Hearing Elion's conclusion, Sebastián immediately became agitated. "I'm not. I'm fine. I don't need you!"
"Remember who you are! You're just a temporary substitute responder! This surgery isn't yours to perform!"
Elion smiled, stepped aside with the scalpel, and gestured for the surgeon to look down.
Sebastián looked down suspiciously and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
He then discovered that there was a blood vessel at the spot where he was about to separate the two parts! He had suddenly experienced vision problems during the surgery!
This discovery immediately made him dizzy, and he realized he had reached his limit.
He could no longer continue this high-precision tumor separation surgery!
If Elion hadn't stopped him, he would have killed everyone!
The surgeon took a few steps back and sat down on the floor.
He didn't believe that Elion could take over his work.
Elion's ability to perform the assistant's job had already surprised him, but a person's energy is always limited!
Being competent as a surgical assistant does not necessarily make one a lead surgeon.
Becoming a surgeon specialized in tumor surgery requires a significant amount of time!
Surgical experience is acquired through countless surgeries!
Ultimately, this industry is built on experience gained through practice—and that takes time!
In his opinion, what Elion lacked the most was time!
How could a young man have such extensive surgical experience?
"No, not now…"