Chapter 66
Chapter 66:
Questions kept coming from Rory, the hospital’s renowned senior surgeon, but he was directing them at Rylie, instead of offering explanations himself. The medical terminology quickly became complex, leaving Felix behind.
Rylie, all seriousness, laid out answers with confidence. When she finished, Rory’s face lit up with understanding. “Ah, so that explains the sudden drop in blood pressure for that patient last time,” he said, looking relieved.
“Give my approach a try if you run into it again,” said Rylie, as if giving advice was second nature.
Felix couldn’t hold back his confusion any longer. “Rylie, how come you sound like the real doctor here p>
His faith in Rory’s expertise wavered. Did the chief surgeon lack even the basic knowledge of a medical student?
Laughter rippled through the medical team nearby. “No need to worry, Mr. Owen. This sort of exchange is pretty normal for them. Dr. Carter often goes to Miss Kirk for help when he’s stumped,” someone explained, a smile in their voice.
Felix could barely process what he was witnessing. Was it not strange for a skilled physician well into his seventies to defer to someone who hadn’t even finished school?
Questions hung in the air. Rory spoke in a quiet tone, “If we enter from the posterior-lateral angle, do you think that would minimize nerve plexus tension p>
Eyes fixed on the scan, Rylie let her fingers drum twice on the glossy film. “That approach is dangerous. The spinal cord’s arterial supply might get damaged. It’s smarter to start from the side, control the blood vessels first, then remove the mass p>
Rory nodded slowly, considering the advice, before turning to the anesthesiologist. “Get the patient ready in the lateral position p>
Felix’s voice trembled with disbelief. “Wait, isn’t the lead surgeon supposed to make calls like this p>
The question barely left his lips before the anesthesia took hold, blurring his thoughts and pulling him under.
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Soon, the surgery began. If Felix were still awake, he would find that what was happening now was far more bewildering than what he had witnessed earlier.
“Should I set the cautery to forty-five?” Rory stopped mid-cut through the muscle, glancing over his shoulder at her.
“Thirty-five will do. His clotting’s already weak,” Rylie replied, her hand calmly adjusting the suction tube’s angle as she remained glued to the monitor.
As Rory neared the tumor, a nurse passed him a pair of fine micro scissors. Before he could take them, Rylie reached out instead. “Use the blunt ones. Sharp tips could rupture the capsule p>
Without missing a beat, she handed him another tool, and he accepted it as if it were routine.
The circulating nurse discreetly pinched her arm, still not used to scenes like this. It felt as though the student was guiding the master — except everyone knew the roles had somehow flipped.
Then came the moment that left the entire room frozen.
Rory had just grabbed the forceps when Rylie caught his wrist. “Wait, there’s a hidden vein just off to your left — two o’clock p>