The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 115

In the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery's office, Emily skimmed through a thick chart, her finger tracing the lines as she read it.

The diagnosis was Tetralogy of Fallot with pulmonary atresia. The patient was only three years old, so the surgery would be difficult, and the risks were high.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke the silence.

Arthur then stepped in with another folder. "Dr. Sterling, I've prepared an operative plan. Could you take a look?" He spread the pages across Emily's desk.

Vessels and key steps were highlighted in different colors, and he had even mapped out three potential intraoperative complications along with corresponding contingency plans.

Emily's eyes lit up. Arthur hadn't just lightened her workload—he'd given her a fresh perspective.

"Thanks, Arthur," she said.

"Come on," he said with a quick smile. "We're a team."

...

The operating room lights stayed hot for seven straight hours.

When the red light above the doors finally went dark, the whole unit let out a sigh of relief.

Emily slipped out of her scrubs and stepped into the corridor with her back damp from sweat.

Instantly, a familiar wave of dizziness rolled in. She quickly reached for the wall as the color drained from her face.

Just then, a thermos appeared in front of her.

Arthur held it out and asked, "Do you feel dizzy again?" He twisted the lid open, and the scent of honey water rose up into the air. "Here, drink."

Emily took the thermos as warmth spread from her fingers through her body. "How'd you know?" she asked.

"Back when you were an intern, you always felt faint after long procedures," Arthur said with a smile. "It was always your low blood sugar, and it looks like it's happening again."

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To celebrate the save, the team booked a restaurant near the hospital.

Laughter echoed through the restaurant.

Jonathan raised a glass and beamed at Emily. "Dr. Sterling, excellent work on the surgery! Cheers!"

Emily reached for her juice, but Arthur gently stopped her hand. Then, he stood up with his own glass.

He yanked his tie loose and popped the top two buttons of his shirt, but the image of Emily smiling at Arthur kept pricking at him like a needle.

He pulled out the book again and flipped through the pages until a bold heading made him pause.

"Chapter Four: Show Your Protective Instinct to Beat the Rival."

Protective instinct? Beat the Rival?

Gabriel underlined the words with such force that the tip nearly ripped the paper.

The pen hovered over the page, but he didn't make another move.

How was he supposed to show this "protective instinct"? Should he take drinks for Emily like Arthur did, or should he use Holton Corp's influence to have Arthur transferred out of the hospital?

The first wasn't an option, and the second would only push Emily away even more.

As he stared at that single line, Gabriel realized that some things were harder than closing a multibillion-dollar deal.

At that moment, his mind went completely blank.