Chapter 11 — When I Left The Consultation, The Whole Hospital Was Panic

After twelve hours of continuously fighting death. I finally completed the last immune detox cycle. The final stitch is done. The thread closes. It means that the longest battle of my career is temporarily over. I slowly stood up straight. Right at that moment. A feeling of intense numbness spread from the waist up to the spine. My legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. The whole body's muscles have almost reached their limit. But I still raised my head. Look towards the survival monitor. The heart's electrical circuit is still very weak. But it's stable. Regular heart rate. Blood pressure gradually returns to the safe threshold. The blood oxygen index no longer continues to drop. A life that was already sentenced to death. In the end, I was still dragged back from the gates of hell. In my bloodshot eyes from staying awake. At this point, only light remains for the winner. I took a deep breath. Then slowly spoke up. The voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

“The surgery... was successful.”

That moment. The entire operating room was silent for a few seconds. Sighs rang out everywhere. Someone sat down directly on the chair. Someone took off their glasses and quietly wiped away the layer of steam that had blurred due to stress. Some people bowed their heads and covered their faces. As if just escaping from a nightmare. Then I don't know who started it first. Applause rang out. Finally, it turned into prolonged applause throughout the operating room. That applause was not because of ritual. It's admiration that comes from the bottom of the heart. Because everyone understands. They had just witnessed a miracle. A case that the entire hospital had almost given up on. A child that leading experts say has no hope. Rescued again. I took off my gloves that were soaked with sweat. Then take off the mask. Revealing a pale face from exhaustion. Her hair was soaked. Sweat continued to flow along his chin. His face was so pale that it was almost bloodless. But this time. No one dared to look down on the woman standing in front of them. The way people look at me has completely changed. No more doubts. No more questioning. Only admiration and awe remain. I put my hands on the operating table. Quietly looked at Tran Vu lying quietly on the hospital bed. A long time later. The corner of his lips slightly raised. I won. Not just defeating death. Not just taking back a life from the King of Hell. But I also won over all those who doubted me. Used to oppress me. Used power and money to trample on my principles. Twelve hours ago. I entered the operating room as a doctor deprived of the right to consult. Twelve hours later. I came out as the only person who could save Tran Vu. From this moment. No one can deny Lam So Ha's ability. No one can anymore use a complaint to bury the truth. I slowly closed my eyes. Feel your heart beating fiercely in your chest. Because I know. What I won today is not just a successful surgery. But also the first shot. The most beautiful shot. Opening the counterattack that I have been waiting for for the past two months. After surgery. Tran Vu was transferred straight to the sterile ICU room. Vital indicators have stabilized again. Not yet though Completely overcome the dangerous period. But the most difficult hurdle has finally been overcome. When I walked out of the operating room. The first person who caught my eye was Principal Tran. He could barely stand. The whole person leaned against the wall to barely support his body. Just saw me. He immediately rushed forward. His eyes turned red with excitement. It was like seeing the only savior of my life.

“Thank you...”

“Thank you...”

“No... Doctor Lam...”

“You are the benefactor of my entire family…”

He stammered to the point of not being able to form a sentence. Want to hold my hand. But the hand that had just been extended stopped in mid-air. Don't dare really touch it. And Lady Tran. Women are always dignified and noble. This time he knelt down directly in front of me. Tears welled up. Continuously kowtow in gratitude. I leaned away to avoid it. No ceremony accepted. Nor do I accept that gratitude. Then wearily leaned against the wall. His voice was hoarse from dehydration for more than ten hours.