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    The director stood behind therge observation window, analyzing every movement. A suspicion was crystallizing in his mind, one he was desperate to verify.


    If Christina were merely an animal doctor, Calvin would never have staked his reputation on her.


    A jolt of intense spection shot through him as the theory took hold. It seemed impossible, yet it was the only exnation that fit.


    His hands clenched, nerves urging him to pace, but he remained rooted, his breath held as he watched through the ss.


    Could it be true? If she really was King…


    The mere possibility left his mind reeling. Someone so young possessing such skill would eclipse every known prodigy in the field.


    Even before confirmation, his gaze toward Christina shifted, admiration blooming irrepressibly.


    The surgeons tasked with assisting the supposed veterinarian had been quietly resentful, ming the director for involving them in a potential disaster. They feared being scapegoats if the powerful Dawson family sought retribution.


    But the moment Christina began, their mutteredints died.


    Her hands moved with absolute authority, the scalpel in her grip steady and precise, as natural as an extension of her will.


    Shock washed over their faces. How could she be soposed, so exact?


    They had assumed they would need to guide her, only to realize within seconds that the operating room was entirely under hermand. Standing beside her felt like being in the presence of an expert. Every instruction she issued triggered an automatic, precise response from them, their training overriding their earlier doubts.


    As the surgery progressed, every trace of resentment dissolved, reced by a fervent desire to observe and learn.


    Christina astonished them repeatedly, until the only thing reflected in their eyes was pure, professional reverence. She was extraordinary.


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    Any lingering discontent vanished. Now, their sole focus was on following her lead, absorbing every nuance of her technique.


    All the resentment they once felt toward the director faded in an instant, reced by pure gratitude.


    To them, he suddenly seemed like a savior who had handed them the chance of a lifetime. Being allowed to assist someone with Christina’s level of skill felt like an honor beyond their wildest dreams.


    None of them dared to think he was reckless anymore.


    If anything, he now seemed like the boldest person in the entire hospital. By letting a so-called veterinarian take charge, he had uncovered a powerhouse they hadpletely overlooked. Some even wondered if he had known the truth all along. Otherwise, why would he have ever allowed her to hold the scalpel?


    In reality, the director was only now realizing her true exceptional skill. No wonder Calvin had vouched for her without hesitation.


    He finally understood just how formidable Christina truly was. Everything clicked into ce. His earlier suspicion now felt almost undeniable—Christina was most likely King herself. Even if she wasn’t King, her connection to that legendary figure had to be real.


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