Chapter 214:
John stared at her, a swirl of astonishment and awe filling his expression.
She had discerned such a complex diagnosis just from touching the old man’s pulse? It wasn’t just skill—it was something far beyond that, something almost otherworldly.
Could this really mean she had a solution?
A fragile yet growing hope flickered in John’s chest, threatening to burst into something stronger.
“We’ve spoken to so many surgeons,” John admitted, his tone heavy with the weight of countless disappointments. “But none of them feel confident because of my grandfather’s age. Yelena, do you think… is there any chance you can do it?”
Yelena’s gaze was steady, her calm confidence like a lifeline. “I’d estimate an eighty percent chance of success.”
John’s heart leapt.
Eighty percent. It was more hope than anyone else had dared to offer.
Relief flooded John, and for the first time in months, the grim reality of his grandfather’s condition felt surmountable.
“That’s incredible,” John said, his voice trembling with gratitude. He leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. “Please, Yelena. I’m begging you—will you perform the surgery for my grandfather?” His sincerity was almost overwhelming, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though he might kneel if she refused.
Yelena met his earnest plea with a small, decisive nod. “Alright. There’s a certain connection I feel with your grandfather, and I’d love to help in whatever way I can. But he’ll need to rest and prepare for the surgery. Arrange for him to stay at the hospital for a week to stabilize his condition. After that, I’ll perform the surgery.”
Her decisiveness was like a balm to John’s frayed nerves. There was no hesitation, no doubt.
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The matter was resolved with remarkable clarity, and the weight he had been carrying seemed to lift all at once.
John could barely contain his elation. He had braced himself for a battle of persuasion, yet Yelena had agreed so readily.
He turned to Austin, recalling the times his friend had spoken of her medical brilliance.
Back then, he had dismissed the stories as exaggerations—how could someone so young possess such mastery? But Dwight’s miraculous improvement from just a single pill from her erased all skepticism.
For years, the best doctors and the most expensive treatments had failed to ease Dwight’s fatigue or heart troubles.
Yet Yelena’s medicine had worked instantly, revitalizing Dwight in a way that defied explanation.
In that moment, John saw her for what she truly was—not just a healer, but a phenomenon.
“I’ll get started on the arrangements right away,” John said, his enthusiasm spilling over. “I’ll ensure my grandfather rests at a private hospital and undergoes every test he needs.”
“Good,” Yelena replied, giving a small nod. “I’ll review his results and finalize my assessment before the surgery.”
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