Chapter 929:
Nola’s breath hitched. “What?”
The hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. Glenn’s gaze swept over her like a scalpel. “What seems to be the problem? Or are you telling me you’re not up for it?”
Glenn’s intense gaze pressed down on Nola’s chest. Backing out now would only make things worse. He had already started to question her claim of being the Healer’s disciple. If she turned down the surgery now, it would only make her story seem even more unconvincing. Performing the surgery was the only option she had left.
Straightening her posture, Nola said firmly, “There’s no issue. I’m ready. I can operate on Deputy Commander Aston right away.”
Glenn gave a curt nod, watching her closely. Had Nola refused, he wouldn’t have let the matter drop. “Good. The operating room’s prepped. Let’s move.”
Elena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Nola had actually agreed to perform surgery on Lamont. Of all people, Nola should have known exactly what she was and wasn’t capable of. That story about being the Healer’s disciple was nothing but a facade. It might convince the uninformed, but once she picked up a scalpel, the truth would unravel fast.
With narrowed eyes, Elena studied Nola’s steady posture, puzzled by how composed she looked, as if getting caught didn’t even cross her mind. Where was this confidence coming from?
Gazing at Elena, Lucinda wasted no time boasting. “Did you hear that? Nola’s going to handle Deputy Commander Aston’s surgery herself. She trained under the Healer. You couldn’t possibly compete with that.”
Elena said nothing, her attention fixed on unraveling Nola’s sudden boldness. She had just examined Lamont and confirmed the worst. His brain injury was serious, and on top of that, he’d been poisoned. No one here but her had the skills to save him.
Soon, Elena finally got to know the real reason behind Nola’s courage. Calmly, Nola said to Glenn, “I’m willing to perform Deputy Commander Aston’s surgery, but I have one request.”
Glenn raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
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“I want Dr. Boyd to assist me,” Nola answered without hesitation.
Glenn looked puzzled. “Jonah Glyn? He isn’t a neurosurgeon. Why would you want him as your assistant?”
Nola stood firm. “There’s no need for concern. I want Dr. Boyd, and I won’t accept anyone else.”
What gave Nola the nerve to accept the surgery was simple. Jonah was part of the equation. As Commander Rayne’s private physician, Jonah came from a prestigious line of doctors known for their medical brilliance.
Nola had assumed that Commander Rayne was the famous Healer, and Jonah, his trusted doctor, must have inherited some of that legendary skill. With Jonah assisting, she figured she could steer the surgery just enough to let him take control, guaranteeing a successful outcome without ever having to do it herself.
Although Glenn couldn’t quite grasp why Nola was so fixated on Jonah, he wasn’t about to jeopardize Lamont’s chance at survival. In the end, he agreed to summon Jonah.
Jonah rushed toward the operating room, only to stop cold when he learned what Nola was asking.
“I’m not a neurosurgeon,” Jonah said flatly. “There’s not much I can do to help.”
Although Glenn acknowledged Jonah’s concern, he emphasized how firm Nola had been about her request. “Jonah, we can’t go forward without you. The surgery depends on it.”
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