Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 322 - : A Broken Surgical Knife
Chapter 322: Chapter 322: A Broken Surgical Knife
Ruby, standing to the side, didn’t notice Adam’s psychological change. She could feel the envious gazes of those around her, especially the media reporters who had been frantically taking pictures ever since Adam bought the diamond ring.
She could imagine that tonight’s auction of this pink diamond would surely make headlines in all major media outlets, and she would again attract public attention.
But this time, it wouldn’t be a scandal. Instead, it would be about Master Adam of the Piers family spending one hundred and fifty million to purchase the world’s largest pink diamond for her.
Just thinking about that scene made Ruby dizzy. From a high vantage point, she looked at Brandon and Abigail’s direction, thinking to herself: Did the second young master of the Piers family really love that fat bitch? Yeah, right.
On stage.
The host snapped out of the shock from the staggering transaction, trembling as he announced the next auction item.
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Compared to the dazzling pink diamond earlier, the next auction item seemed too plain—a set of surgical knives.
However, the host spoke with more solemnity compared to just now. “She was a genius girl from a family of traditional Flowery medicine. She was a legend in the field of surgery, the first to apply the eighteen acupuncture techniques of traditional Flowery medicine to surgeries. Over three years, she performed nine hundred and twenty-eight surgeries without a single failure. Some called her an angel who snatched lives from the reaper, a legend in the surgical world. But unfortunately, she couldn’t save her own life from the reaper…”
As the host spoke, a wave of regret rippled through the audience, and Abigail listened in a daze. She didn’t even know she had performed nine hundred and twenty-eight surgeries within three years. From this perspective, she wasn’t really a sudden death case; it was just a matter of sooner or later.
She didn’t expect to become a legend in others’ mouths after her death, not knowing whether to feel regretful or satisfied in her death.
The host then announced the auction item, a set of surgical knives that Dr. Smith used to save nine hundred and twenty-eight lives.
These were no longer just surgical knives; they were a belief, a faith to become a master surgeon and a faith to save lives.
When the host announced the start of the auction, the entire venue erupted.
Today’s event was a charity dinner organized by “Surgery of Flowery Kingdom,” and most attendees were related to the medical field. Dr. Smith was a benchmark in surgery, and her surgical knives now symbolized her soul.
Many in the industry were eager to bid.
As the crowd was buzzing, the door to the auction hall quietly opened, and a tall, stern figure walked in, sitting in the last row.
Abigail had keen senses and could vaguely hear the discussions around her. She was genuinely surprised that her surgical knives had become such a hot item, with a starting price of one million.
Brandon sensed a heavy, depressive aura rise from Abigail, and couldn’t help but look at the auction item on stage. Could it be that this fat little girl really had a relationship with Dr. Smith?
“One million five hundred thousand.”
While Brandon was pondering, someone had already bid.
“Two million once.” Before Brandon could raise his placard, another bid was made. He turned his head and saw Jeffrey’s placard lit up, and his face immediately darkened. Without thinking, he said, “Five million.”
The host was taken aback. “Five million once, any other bids?”
Abigail’s mouth opened slightly. She looked at the man beside her. Could one be this willful just because they had money?
“Aren’t you also studying surgery? Since this is a master surgeon’s knife, there must be some unknown secret to it. Even if there isn’t, having completed over nine hundred surgeries without a failure, it would make a good luck charm.” Brandon nonchalantly explained as he felt Abigail’s gaze on him.
Abigail, “…” She wanted to say she only used those knives in her early surgeries. Later, the hospital switched to disposable blades, only using surgical knives for skin incisions. Because she performed surgeries so frequently, sometimes two or even three a day, she didn’t have time to sterilize the knives, so she rarely used her own set.
So this set of knives hadn’t actually been used in over nine hundred surgeries.
But she cherished them, having used them for years, and she was sentimentally attached.
Brandon, seeing Abigail silent, took it as acquiescence. Just as the host announced the bid for the second time, Jeffrey raised his placard again, “Ten million.”
The venue was in an uproar!
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A tiny surgical knife, costing just tens of thousands, was now being auctioned for ten million. Wasn’t that an exaggeration?
Abigail was also surprised and couldn’t help but look in her senior’s direction.
His stance was determined; bidding ten million was to discourage further competition.
She had never seen such an assertive senior.
Jeffrey and Irene sat at the edge of the first row. When Abigail looked over, he happened to look back too.
Brandon flashed a thin smile toward Jeffrey, then coldly said, “Twenty million.”
This…
Abigail felt a bit embarrassed looking at Jeffrey. She never thought she’d end up competing with her senior for her own surgical knives.
And she didn’t understand why her senior wanted her surgical knives.
Was it because he cared about her as much as she cared about him?
This thought flashed through Abigail’s mind, followed by a bitter smile. Even if it were so, what could it change? They were long past the point of no return.
Brandon sensed the sadness enveloping the fat little girl, though he didn’t know the cause. Seeing the surgical knives on stage, he became more resolute in getting them for her.
Jeffrey frowned. He didn’t expect anyone to compete with him for Abigail’s surgical knives. Although the host’s words were flowery, those who understood the significance knew it was just an ordinary set of surgical knives. Even if they had been used in over nine hundred surgeries, they hadn’t any practical value.
The true significance of these knives lay with the person who held them.
Not the knives themselves.
He wanted them because they were his junior’s most cherished belongings. He had tried asking Grandpa Smith for them, but Abigail’s death hit Grandpa Smith too hard. Consequently, he also had a strong aversion to Jeffrey, preferring to donate the knives to charity rather than give them to him.
That was why he came to this charity auction dinner.
He never thought the second young master would compete with him.
As Jeffrey hesitated, the host looked shocked at something behind him, then stammered, “Thirty million once, any higher bids?”
The audience was dumbfounded.
If the earlier auction of the pink diamond at such a high price was because it was extremely rare and valuable, even at one hundred fifty million, it was just a threefold increase.
But now, this surgical knife’s price had already multiplied thirty times from the starting bid!
Abigail was surprised. Was someone else besides her senior still bidding? She turned her head to see a cold, distinguished face. It was none other than Benjamin, whom she hadn’t heard from since leaving Gills City.
When did he arrive?
Abigail didn’t recall seeing Benjamin at the start of the event.
Brandon, seeing the fat little girl looking all starry-eyed at the man behind, turned her head back again and raised the bid, “Fifty million.”
The crowd, “…”
Abigail never expected her surgical knives to reach such a high price. She reached out to poke Brandon, “Those knives are only worth tens of thousands.”
Brandon gave her a cold look.
Abigail understood his gaze, which said, “I want to, why do you care?”
Alright, if he wanted to, let it be. Fifty million it was. After all, it was for a charitable cause. The money from the auction would go to medical research, and he would be making a contribution to society.
But just as Abigail finished her thought, she saw the host’s mouth drop open. “O…one hundred million? Sir, did you press the wrong button?”
