"The tumor's position is pressed against the brain's main nerve clusters and the basilar artery. Following your proposed surgical path for the craniotomy would require..."

Serena's cool voice spoke rapidly, yet every word was crystal clear. "...You've overestimated. Following your designated path, the success rate is less than five percent."

Derek's voice died in his throat once again.

His face turned a ghostly pale, his pupils constricting in shock.

Because...

Everything Serena said was correct.

The tumor's location, the surgical path...

She got it all right.

She had even pointed out all the flaws in the surgical plan they had developed.

"You..." Derek's mouth opened, but his throat was painfully dry.

His own profession, the one in which he took so much pride.

His long-held belief in his own medical genius.

Yet every time, in front of Serena, she shattered it all with a casual, almost indifferent air.

His so-called title of "genius doctor" felt like a joke in her presence.

"No... impossible."

The repeated blows to his pride and self-esteem, delivered so effortlessly by Serena, felt as if an invisible, icy hand were crushing Derek's heart.

It tightened with every word she spoke, stealing the very air from his lungs until he could barely breathe.

Serena put away her needles, her languid gaze lifting to glance at the nearly broken Derek.

"Western medicine can't save everyone, but ancient healing arts can create miracles. The fact that you can't do it just proves you're useless."

Serena knew Derek had a fragile ego.

And it was a very fragile ego indeed.

A few pointed words were probably enough to drive him mad.

Seeing Derek's state just now, Serena knew he was already completely trapped by his own insecurities.

But what did that have to do with her?

Even if Derek was provoked into a complete breakdown now, she wouldn't so much as frown.

She just stated it plainly: Derek was useless.

Utterly and completely useless.

In a daze, Derek felt as if the Serena before him was reflection of

himself over the past four years-always standing before her with a superior air, relentlessly

chushing her with cold words and disdain.

He was now experiencing everything Serena had once endured.

He stumbled back two steps.

His ankle gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor.

He just sat there, completely stunned.

Serena's gaze swept over the patient's family members, who were all staring at her in a daze.

She turned her head to Dr. Samuel Arden, who stood beside her. "If you want to save him, go find Mr. Flintan neurosurgery. He has the research on a new minimally invasive interventional technique Have hing

perform the surgery."

Dr. Arden was still in a fog. "Mr... Mr. Flint? But the success rate of this surgery..."

Usually, no doctor would dare take such a risk.

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Dr. Arden nodded dazedly and quickly pulled out his phone to contact Mr. Flint.

Honestly, this young woman...

She seemed far too confident.

Her air of being in complete control of the situation was so powerful that it was impossible not to be convinced.

Serena started walking toward the hospital entrance.

The family members finally snapped out of their stupor and rushed after her, thanking her excitedly.

The white-haired old man almost fell to his knees before her.