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Chapter 807
"Flora!"
Adrian's eyes widened when he spotted Flora; her presence was a surprise. He glanced over at Kruz, realizing it must have been him who brought her here. Flora?
The room, packed with both immediate and extended members of the Johnson family, froze at the mention of her name.
When did Adrian have someone named Flora in his circle?
As Flora approached, moving with a calm and steady grace, her slender frame was offset by a commanding presence. Even Kruz seemed to show her a level of respect that hinted at her significance. But why did she seem so familiar to everyone?
It was as if they'd seen her before but couldn't quite place her.
Abbey's expression darkened upon seeing Flora.
What was she doing here?
The Smith family had already extended an invitation, and now Flora was here too. It felt like a deliberate slight against her!
"Make way, make way!"
Kruz announced loudly, guiding Flora to the bedside.
"Flora, please, take a look at Karter!"
"Ryan, our lady is currently attending to Mr. Johnson. What's the idea of letting in these dubious people?" Elijah, picking up on Abbey's discontent, quickly interjected with a challenge.
"Dubious people?" Kruz's eyebrows shot up, his presence overwhelming Elijah with sheer intensity.
Coming from nobility, Kruz was naturally imposing; his anger was something to behold.
Only then did Elijah realize she'd lumped Kruz in with the criticism.
Her mouth opened, but fear kept her silent.
Flora's lips curled slightly, amused to see that Kruz, usually the affable one, could be so commanding when needed.
She glanced at the frail, middle-aged man on the bed and took a step forward, only to be stopped in her tracks.
Abbey glared at her: "Flora, are you suggesting there's something wrong with my treatment plan?"
Since when could just anyone question her expertise?
"Can't you tell?" Flora's gaze calmly met hers. "The patient is severely weakened.
Se's in no condition for
surgery. If you follow your plan, he'll die on the operating table.
Die on the operating table!
The room's atmosphere shifted instantly, anxiety rippling through everyone present. Adrian went pale with fear.
"Every surgery has its risks. Karter's anger has caused a blood clot blocking his airway. If we don't operate Row, he'll die!" Abbey retorted with a scoff. "Just because you know a little about medicine doesn't mean you can question me."
You're not qualified!
Flora's voice was measured, her lips curling into a slight, mocking smile: "That's your limitation. Who says surgery is the only option?" Her limitation?
Abbey, the most celebrated medical genius on Lone Island, was dumbfounded that Flora would dare call her out like this.
Abbey's eyes, as cold as a serpent's, locked onto Flora: "Are you saying you can cure him without surgery?"
Flora nodded, her manner relaxed, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Abbey was at a loss for words.
Flora was unbelievably confident!
Even surgery wasn't guaranteed to save Karter, and she claimed it wasn't necessary?
Where did she get such confidence?
To Abbey's knowledge, Flora hadn't performed any major surgeries.
With little experience treating patients, what gave her the audacity to make such a claim?
Adrian, hearing this, rushed over to Flora, his eyes filled with both hope and uncertainty: "Flora, do you really have a way to save my dad without surgery?" Surgery, regardless of its scale, always carried risks, and he didn't want Karter to undergo it.
Now that Flora claimed she could heal his dad without surgery, how could he not be hopeful?
"If Flora says she can do it, then she can!" Kruz exclaimed, brimming with excitement as he gently nudgedBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Elijah and Abbey aside. "Flora,
please, go ahead and treat him!"