Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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An older man in a white coat with messy gray hair came rushing over, sweat running down his forehead like he’d sprinted the whole way.

“Mr. Hurlbutt? How did you get here?” The professors and department heads were stunned. Gavin Hurlbutt was known for being hard to find, and yet here he was. They figured the patient’s condition must have shaken him.

“Mr. Hurlbutt, it’s her!” Jennifer rushed to Gavin like he was her last hope, pointing straight at Sienna. “She’s practicing medicine without a license. I tried to stop her, but she attacked me. Now she wants to break into the operating room and risk Miss Brown’s life!”

Gavin wiped the sweat from his forehead. The moment he saw Jennifer, he flinched, stepped back, and quickly dragged Windsor in front of him like a shield.

Jennifer grabbed at empty air and raised her voice, near tears. “Mr. Hurlbutt, the girl in there is Miss Brown. Her condition is critical. If anything happens to her in Orlathis Hospital, the Brown family will never forgive us!”

“Then why are you still standing here wasting time?” Gavin snapped, his brows knitting in irritation.

Jennifer froze. “But Mr. Hurlbutt, she doesn’t even have a medical license. And in all my years of studying medicine, I’ve never heard of fixing internal organ rupture and adhesions with just a few needles.”

“That only proves how poorly trained you are.” Gavin didn’t even glance at her and turned straight to Sienna.

The stern, uptight look on his face vanished in an instant.

He nearly rushed to Sienna, bent slightly at the waist, and said, “Please, come in. The operating room is fully prepped to the highest sterile standards, and all the tools you asked for are ready. You have to save Miss Brown.”

Sienna shot him a cool, lazy look, her tone sharp with displeasure. “What, getting old now? Moving so slow?”

Gavin broke into a cold sweat, bowing lower. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Take care of these pests out here. I don’t want to deal with them once I step out of that operating room.” With that, Sienna turned and walked inside.

This time, not a single person dared to stop her.

Windsor could only stand there, helpless, as the same sister who used to trail behind him, timid and eager to please, now strode into the operating room without hesitation.

Gavin stayed bowed toward her retreating figure, nodding nonstop. “Yes, yes, I’ll handle it right away.”

Windsor had never once seen Gavin so humble toward anyone.

The hallway fell dead silent. Windsor stood frozen, his face shifting from iron-dark to ghostly pale, his eyes widening in

shock.

His fists clenched as he stared at the tightly shut operating room door, then turned his stormy eyes on Gavin.

Gavin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture straight, guarding the operating room door like a sentinel, calm and steady as ever.

“Mr. Hurlbutt, I don’t understand,” Windsor said.

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“Enough” Gavin’s voice was final. “I’ll take responsibility for the outcome.”

Windsor’s throat closed up. Gavin’s piercing gaze silenced him completely. He stood there in disbelief, as if the world had flipped upside down.

He couldn’t do this surgery. But Sienna, the so-called wild girl from the countryside, could.

He snatched the latest medical records and scans of Sophie from another director and flipped through them with stiff fingers.

The more he read, the paler he became. Every data point was teetering on the edge of death. Just like Sienna had said, the surgery was nearly impossible.

Even if he used every modern method, with the best resources and his full skill, the survival rate wouldn’t break 20%. And even if she lived, the girl would suffer lifelong immune deficiency.

His hands trembled slightly as he realized that Sienna had listed these exact numbers before stepping into the operating room, numbers that perfectly matched his own calculations.

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He could not understand how she had managed to figure it out so precisely.

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You can’t perform this surgery. Only I can.” Her words rang in his ears like a sharp echo, each syllable driving into his already shattered pride.