She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Believe in Her, She Can Do It

“What should Doctor Ward do?”

Joy Ward was splattered with blood due to the patient’s sudden bleeding, and in the critical situation, she anxiously said, “Quick, find the source of the bleeding and stop it.”

“The bleeding won’t stop.”

“Snap.” Joy’s hand trembled, and the scalpel in her hand dropped to the ground with a piercing sound. She picked it up in a panic, clearly thrown off balance.

Director Woods’s eyes narrowed as he watched the scene with urgency, “Your brilliant student.” He turned to the senior doctor behind him and said, “Go and bring Hope Williams over immediately.”

Several doctors immediately went out to look for Doctor Williams.

“Director Woods, we can’t find Doctor Williams.”

“What?” Director Woods looked forlorn.

The cold beeping of instruments echoed throughout the operating room. Elder Murphy watched the scene and couldn’t help but furrow his brow, muttering under his breath, “This shouldn’t be.”

“Look, who is that?” a doctor exclaimed.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the operating room.

“The person in the operating room is Hope Williams!” a sharp-eyed doctor announced.

Through the large glass window, they saw a woman in green surgical scrubs taking over the scalpel.

“Hope Williams, you!” Joy’s eyes widened at the critical and dire situation. Despite her reluctance, Hope had already taken over the surgery.

But given the current condition of the patient.

A cold smile played across her mouth hidden by the mask. With Hope taking over the surgery, the responsibility was now hers. If she failed to save the patient, it would be over for Hope.

“We’ve found the bleeding point.”

“Turn on the suction.”

“Control the bleeding point.”

“The bleeding point is under control.”

Everyone, both in the operating theater and the observation room, heaved a massive sigh of relief.

Hope worked methodically, her eyes falling on the timer in front of her, already mapping out the surgical plan in her mind.

“My God, what is she doing?” Doctors in the observation room couldn’t help but stand up.

“Recklessness.” Elder Murphy exclaimed angrily, “There’s one hour left, and she wants to treat the patient with her surgical procedure? She’s crazy, not to mention whether she has the skills to perform the proposed drainage technique, there isn’t enough time.”

“Yes, it’s too risky,” many department heads agreed, “Director Woods…”

“Trust her.” Director Woods’s brow furrowed tightly, his gaze fixed on the surgery inside.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, every minute was excruciating.

Hope continued smoothly and precisely, her beautiful eyes serious and resolute.

“There are ten minutes left,” a nearby doctor reminded anxiously.

Hope remained calm, her eyes expressing serious determination.

“Four minutes and ten seconds.”

Hope looked up, “Okay, begin the check and prepare to close the chest for suturing.”

Silence fell both inside and outside the operating room. Joy stood rigid to the side, her whole being seemingly soulless as she watched Hope.

How was this possible? How on Earth did she do it?

Hope, aware of the gazes around her, reminded them softly, “Suture.”

“Oh, right.” The adjacent doctor immediately snapped out of it and handed over the suturing thread.

“Good heavens, how did she manage that?” Doctors in the observation room who had witnessed the scene couldn’t sit still; they all stood up, mouths agape.

She had truly completed the surgery within an hour, an unimaginably daunting presence, and by then the patient was out of danger.

It was unbelievable.

Elder Murphy had been watching the surgery intently, his eyes almost mesmerized; now, he realized how foolish he had been not to trust Hope.

She had truly succeeded, not only that, but she also completed it so perfectly in such a short time.

Until the surgery was over, Elder Murphy remained dumbfounded for several seconds before turning to Director Woods and slowly said, “You were right, she’s far from ordinary; perhaps I can now understand your choice.”

She handled the emergency methodically, possessing absolute confidence and ability, just like she said, her confidence came from her extraordinary skill.

Yes, she did it.

She was a doctor with the ability to make quick, correct decisions, courageous and strategic, with a credible surgical technique.

Director Woods’s eyes shone unusually bright, a smile on his lips that vividly showed his current mood; he proudly tilted his chin up, “From the first time I saw her in Y country, she has given me endless surprises. I told you, trust her, she can.”

Hope’s abilities never required questioning.

Elder Murphy’s eyes narrowed skeptically, “Y country?”

Hmm! Right, Y country…

Hope exited the operating room and saw Director Woods and Elder Murphy standing not far ahead, as if waiting for her. Hope arched her brows slightly and walked over.

“Director Woods, Elder Murphy.”

Ever since the surgery ended, the smile hadn’t left Director Woods’s face, “Hope, I knew you could do it; you are the hero of this surgery.”

Hope smiled faintly, replying softly, “You flatter me, I merely did what was within my capabilities.”

“Why the modesty today?” Elder Murphy teased with a smile.

“It’s rare to see Elder Murphy talking to me with a smile,” Hope’s clear voice contained a hint of laughter.

“You still bear grudges?”

“How dare I,” Hope joked.

At that moment, Joy Ward came out, and as they heard her approach from a distance, Joy, seeing this scene, was visibly gloomy and grinding her teeth with rage.

She had long since wished a thousand cuts upon Hope, blaming her for making her lose so much face.

It was all her fault.

Joy approached reluctantly, while Hope’s brows lifted slightly, her demeanor entirely composed.

Joy, looking haggard and a shadow of herself, forced a stiff smile, “Doctor Williams, thank you for helping me today.”

“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t helping you,” Hope retorted coldly.

She was there to save the patient, not to let her rivalry with Joy cause any harm to the patient.

Joy’s mouth twitched with a coldness that failed to form a smile.

“You two chat, I’ve still got a few patients waiting,” commented Hope to Director Woods and Elder Murphy, nodding politely before turning to leave.

Watching Hope’s slender figure depart, Joy couldn’t suppress the surge of anger in her heart.

This surgery would undoubtedly spark significant turmoil.

Hope finished treating patients, glanced at the clock indicating the end of her shift, and left with her bag.

Just out of the hospital, she saw Waylon Lewis’s car parked at the hospital entrance; the person inside seemed to have noticed her, and the rear window rolled down to reveal the man’s handsome profile.