Chapter 1414:


    Throughout the passing years, he had weathered sporadic headaches and unrelenting public examination. Yet he had refused to surrender to despair…


    Maia’s internal voice whispered with fierce determination, “Chris, regardless of what lingering effects may manifest, I refuse to abandon you.”


    “Steady yourself, Maia. I’m positioned right here beside you. Strive to minimize any damage inflicted upon the surrounding brain tissue.” Carsen’s resonant voice emerged from behind her position.


    As the words left his lips, he redirected his attention toward the two assistants. “How are you managing this responsibility? Can you guarantee unwavering stability? If doubt clouds your confidence, step aside immediately! I require someone who can ensure the scalp incision remains absolutely motionless throughout the entire procedure.”


    The two assistants acknowledged his directive with synchronized nods while responding, “No problem, Dr. Walsh.”


    Carsen transferred his scrutinizing gaze toward Maia. “Let’smence! Adhere to the rehearsed sequence precisely; no margin exists for errors.”


    The operating room lights burned with merciless intensity. Maia’s eyes strained against the re, yet she refused to blink. Her hands moved with surgical precision, each gesture deliberate.


    Sweat pooled across her forehead, gathering in glistening beads before trickling down to cling to her eyshes like morning dew.


    “Ease back slightly, shift the suction device point-two inches to the right.” Carsen’s voice cut through the silence, every syble weighted with quietmand.


    This type of surgery left no margin for error—one miscalction could shatter a life beyond repair. The work demanded absolute focus, a feat that drained the soul.


    Carsen understood his role: he would guide Maia through the treacherousndscape of this operation, steering her away from costly missteps before they could take root.


    The brain tissue quivered beneath the de.


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    On the monitor, the venttor’s rhythm pulsed in steady intervals, a mechanical heartbeat marking the passage of each precious second.


    “Scar tissue ahead. Separate it with patience, don’t force the separation,” Carsen cautioned.


    Maia’s hand never faltered, her scalpel moving with the lightness of breath itself. She forced down the trembling in her chest; every incision carved into Chris felt like a wound she inflicted upon herself.


    Carsen remained at her shoulder, his eyes locked on the narrow surgical field as though the world beyond it had ceased to exist.


    The breathing of everyone present seemed to align with Maia’s movements, growing shallower as the operation progressed.


    Minutes bled into more minutes.


    Time elongated until it felt infinite, and the tension grew so thick that each person could hear the thunder of their own pulse.


    Only the mechanical hiss of suction, the quiet drip of blood, and the clipped exchange of orders disturbed the oppressive quiet.


    Then, the curve on the monitor jolted. Blood pressure readings flickered across the screen like a warning.


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