"Let's begin the surgery!" Professor Marshall avoided Melanie's question. He took the scalpel from the nurse and made an incision in one of the patient's calves. The patient on his left needed a bullet extracted from his calf, while the patient on his right required a spleen suturing surgery. Professor Marshall stood in the middle, looking back and forth, as both surgeries proceeded. Melanie, acting as his assistant and apprentice, was completely focused, amazed by Professor Marshall's medical skills and concentration. "Professor Marshall!" A nurse monitoring the equipment suddenly exclaimed, "The patient undergoing spleen suturing is having difficulty breathing! His blood oxygen saturation is rapidly dropping!" At that moment, Professor Marshall was extracting a bullet from the leg of the gunshot victim and cleaning the wound track. He quickly glanced at the monitor and said to Melanie, "Go check on him." "Okay." Melanie knew the situation was urgent and hurriedly

Caleb was stunned for a moment. He suddenly became agitated and said, "Dr. Jones, you are brought here by Professor Marshall, and perhaps you have a broader perspective than us, but I can guarantee that this person's leg must be amputated!" "His leg muscles have just begun to atrophy, and they haven't completely necrotized yet. If we perform trauma surgery quickly to control the spread of inflammation, we can save his leg," Melanie argued with reason. "Even if the surgery goes smoothly, he won’t be able to feel his legs! He would have two useless limbs attached to his body and we can't guarantee they won't cause an inflammation outbreak at any time, so they still need to be amputated! We would be leaving behind a disaster!" Caleb disagreed. "I understand your concerns. You're judging based on your extensive clinical experience, but if you can operate on him quickly, and the surgery is successful, I can use acupuncture therapy post-surgery to help his legs regain sensation, and th

This comment immediately made the other nurses burst into laughter. "Maybe there's no need to seduce anyone? Have you heard? Some say that Dr. Jones and Professor Marshall have a special relationship..." Suddenly, someone steered the conversation even further off course. "Really? Is that true?" "There’s quite an age difference between her and Professor Marshall, isn’t there?" "Professor Marshall is so refined and elegant, always dressed in a suit underneath his lab coat. He’s also charming and educated, and not too old either. There’s plenty of such May-December romances!" Melanie halted in her steps, then turned around and walked directly to the table where they were sitting. She did not want to cause trouble, but she wouldn’t let the nurses here think that she was an easy target either. At that moment, several other medical staff had arrived in the cafeteria, and seeing a spectacle to behold, they stopped getting their food and started to crowd around to watch. Seeing

"Did you stop his legs from being amputated?" Hank stared at Melanie, his gaze flickering. "Yes," Melanie took a deep breath and replied. "How confident are you in helping his legs regain sensation with acupuncture?" Hank continued to stare at her, his voice cold. "Any doctor would say 50 percent at most, no matter what kind of surgery it was," Melanie paused and explained. "Fifty percent?" Hank coldly chuckled and walked up to Melanie with his hands behind his back. Looking down at her, he said, "Is this a joke?" Although he was smiling, his voice sounded like he was about to kill someone. Everyone fell silent. "Hank!" Behind them, Alex quickly intervened, "She's my benefactor! She told me before that she's confident, but she's saying 50 percent now because you scare her!" "Oh?" Hank glanced at Alex, then turned to Melanie. "Is that so?" Melanie wasn't familiar with Hank's tactics, so she could only nod, trusting Alex. "Since you trust each other so much, why did

Melanie’s first day at the hospital was tough, but she knew she had to quickly adapt to the rhythm here. She rested briefly. After that, she started to perform surgeries with Professor Marshall. For routine surgeries that were easy to perform, Professor Marshall trusted her enough to let her handle them herself. Melanie was fully focused, not daring to slack off in the slightest. She handled each wound with utmost care, striving for perfection. She didn’t want to leave any patients with regret. During another round of wound suturing, Professor Marshall looked at Melanie who was fully concentrated while suppressing an affectionate smile. "What's wrong? Feeling pressured?" "Huh?" Melanie didn't lift her head, still focused on suturing the surgery wound. "No." "I can tell you're tense all over. You can't fool anyone... Is it because you're not confident about healing Alex's leg? Are you afraid that Hank will hold you responsible?" Professor Marshall asked with concern again.