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    “Okay. We can’t afford even the slightest mistake during this surgery,” Christina replied, her tone firm and her expression unwavering, fully ready to step in if the situation demanded.


    Inside the brightly lit operating room, Jordy’s hands moved with intense focus as the procedure began. For a while, everything went ording to n.


    But just as he reached the point of extracting the bullet, something went wrong.


    “This isn’t good—the bleeding won’t stop! Her heartbeat—” one of the assisting doctors eximed in rm.


    “Let me handle it!” Christina cut in sharply.


    Before anyone could object, she stepped forward and took control, her movements swift and sure.


    In that critical moment, no one bothered to question her earlier im of being Jordy’s assistant. Their attention was fixed on one thing, and one thing only—saving a life.


    Only after Ophelia’s condition finally steadied could the medical team turn their attention to Christina.


    They were stunned and amazed by her. She was so young, yet her medical skills shone with incredible expertise.


    During the surgery, they’d picked up countless insights and gained enormous benefits. If Christina hadn’t led the operation, they never would have discovered such a clever workaround.


    Earlier, she had downyed herself as Jordy’s assistant, but now it was obvious she’d been far too humble.


    In their view, Jordy’s abilities were already solid, but Christina’s outshone his—delivered with such precision it left them speechless.


    Still, nobody had ever heard her name. In the medical field, someone of her caliber should have been a household name. Her low-key profile bordered on extreme.


    It wasn’t just the others who gaped at her talent, eyes sparkling with a hunger for new knowledge. Even Jordy stood there in shock.


    He scrutinized her every move, his gaze sharpening with respect.


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    When he reflected on Christina’s many roles, each honed to perfection, awe rose in him—and then sorrow. She must have endured endless struggles to climb so high.


    His respect shifted into a fierce urge to protect her, a silent vow that she would never be hurt again.


    Damn the Lloyd family. Once Ophelia pulled through, he would crush them utterly, wiping out every trace.


    In the dean’s office, Dn epted a cup of coffee from the dean, who wore a groveling grin and spoke in a fawning tone. “Mr. Scott, please have some coffee.”


    “Go inspect which medical gear needs recing and bring me a list,” Dn ordered coolly as he took the cup.


    “Okay! I’ll check it myself right away—hang on a second,” the dean replied, then rushed out.


    He felt as if he had struck gold with this rare opportunity, quietly hoping Ophelia’s surgery would seed.


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