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Chapter 138:

In the observation room, the early whispers of skepticism and muted snickers of ridicule began to fade, giving way to stunned silence.

One by one, the observers leaned closer to the glass, their eyes widening as the scene below defied every expectation.

“Wait—look at that! The piece in her hand isn’t the original heart vessel. It’s the artificial vessel!”

“An artificial vessel in that heart? How is that even possible? And her hands are moving so fast, so flawlessly!”

“This is pure artistry. In all my decades of practice, I’ve never seen such mastery. It’s as if her hands were born for this moment!”

Orion stood frozen, his jaw slack as the scene played out before him. He knew that Khloe was talented, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Memories of his own time studying abroad flashed in his mind. Even the experts at the Mabel Clinic paled in comparison to what he was witnessing now.

This wasn’t just skill. It wasn’t just science. It was a miracle in the flesh.

Khloe, as if guided by divine hands, reached into the abyss and pulled Murray’s fragile life back from the brink of death.

Casey stood frozen, her mind reeling. She had been so certain Khloe would fail, yet here she was, displaying surgical expertise far beyond expectation. Jealousy and resentment churned in her chest.noveldrama

How could this happen? Was she really going to be outdone by the very woman she loathed? No way. She couldn’t allow that!

Determined not to witness any more, Casey slipped quietly out of the operating room.

No one even noticed her leave. Every pair of eyes was glued to Khloe, who moved with the precision of someone working pure magic. When Khloe tied the final stitch and declared the surgery a success, both the operating and observation rooms fell into an almost eerie silence.

Not a single word was uttered as everyone’s gaze remained fixed on the monitors.

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Now came the critical moment—whether the transplanted heart would start beating on its own. If it didn’t, the entire procedure would be a failure.

Daryl’s palms were slick with sweat, his nerves fraying as if he were the one under pressure.

In stark contrast, Khloe was the picture of composure. She methodically put away her tools and gave a steady instruction. “Shut off the extracorporeal circulation.”

“Yes,” the nurse replied, her hands trembling. She was torn between awe and dread, fearing the possibility of a last-minute failure after such a remarkable procedure.

The nurse’s finger hovered for a moment before she pressed the button. The room collectively held its breath.

As the machine powered down, all eyes turned to the large screen displaying Murray’s new heart. But there it was, motionless—a silent, lifeless organ.

Orion’s laughter shattered the tense silence. His face twisted with manic delight. “I knew it! Khloe failed! I told you all this would happen…”

But before he could finish gloating, Daryl’s voice cut through sharply. “Look! It’s moving!”

Orion’s laughter choked off as his eyes snapped back to the screen. There it was—the heart, twitching faintly at first, then settling into a steady, rhythmic beat.

The observation room was utterly silent. No one dared to speak, too overwhelmed by the unfolding miracle.

Against all odds, Khloe, a woman ridiculed as a second-rate celebrity, had just performed a heart transplant that was thought impossible by even the best in the field.

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