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Chapter 475

Chapter 475:

She stood up slowly, her expression cool and composed. “Let's get this surgery started. | won't be showing you

any mercy.”

Artist laughed. “Funny you say that. | should be the one giving you the sadvice. Let's see if you can keep

your nerve when the surgery gets intense.”

The procedure commenced without delay. While it had been decided that both women would perform the

operation together, their roles were clearly divided into lead and assistant.

The choice of lead surgeon was supposedly left to a draw, but unsurprisingly, Conroy's subordinate rigged the

outcome, ensuring Artist took charge while Khloe was relegated to an assisting role.

Both women scrubbed in and donned their surgical gowns. Tom, already under anesthesia, lay unconscious on

the operating table. A large tumor in Tom's mediastinum was pressing on his organs, making his condition

critical.

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Artist turned into professional mode, shedding her earlier arrogance. With precision and speed, she made a

careful incision down the center of the chest.

Her skill was evident, leaving the onlookers in awe.

Within moments, Artist had exposed the massive tumor in Tom's chest. The high-definition camera revealed the

tumor’s size, showing it weighed over three pounds, an enormous burden for a boy who weighed less than fifty

pounds.

The sight of the enormous tumor hushed the entire room. The severity of the condition was much worse than the

report had suggested, making the chances of a successful surgery incredibly slim. Despite the overwhelming

odds, Artist, now in charge of the surgery, remained unfazed and moved forward with her actions without

hesitation.

The anesthetist’s voice cut through the tense silence. “The patient's heart has stopped.”

“Inject heparin and set up extracorporeal circulation,” Artist directed with composure as she smoothly began the

intubation process to initiate the procedure. Her flawless technique garnered admiration from those watching,

and a flicker of pride gleamed in her eyes as she soaked in their praise.

Suddenly, a loud siren blared through the room. For a brief moment, Artist's calm expression faltered, but she

quickly regained control. “Redirect the circulation tube,” she instructed.

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The nurse quickly handed over the necessary intubation equipment, and Artist expertly inserted the tube into

the boy’s body once again. Just as a collective sigh of relief swept through the room, the anesthetist’s voice

broke the moment. “It’s not working. The heart still hasn't started.”

Artist's expression darkened. If this continued, there was only one option left. She would have to change the

incision site and rely solely on Tom's natural breathing, without using extracorporeal circulation. But this method

cwith a heavy cost—it would severely reduce the effectiveness of the tumor removal and raise the risks to

dangerous levels.

Given Tom's fragile condition, survival would be nearly impossible.

The tension in the operating room grew so thick that it felt suffocating.

“Change the surgical method. Make the incision on the side of his chest...” Before Artist could complete her

suggestion, Khloe firmly gripped the hand holding the scalpel.

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Artist's eyes widened in shock as she met Khloe’s unblinking, cold stare. In a voice as sharp as ice, Khloe

declared, “If you can’t handle it, get out of the way.”

Khloe briskly moved Artist aside as if she were clearing away an insignificant obstacle, positioning herself

confidently at the surgical table. She then stretched out her hand and commanded, “Handa new circulation

tube!” The nurse was momentarily frozen until Khloe’s cold, commanding glare spurred her into motion.

Sweating profusely, she quickly passed her the requested tube.

The intensity in Khloe’s eyes was chilling, as if she had faced death numerous times, leaving the nurse feeling as

though calamity was coming.

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