Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 540: Sudden Change During the Surgery

The surgery started quickly. Besides Jeffrey Foster and Irene Wallis, there were several top domestic cardiovascular surgeons. Abigail recognized them but couldn’t recall their names.

They stood on the second floor, clearly viewing the surgical process. Nearby, a live broadcast allowed them to observe the surgery’s details.

After settling in her seat, Abigail picked up the patient’s file. It was a 23-year-old boy who had a heart injury after a car accident two years ago. Despite multiple surgeries, his heart began to fail and he couldn’t find a suitable donor, leading to end-stage heart failure. His family sought help from Jeffrey Foster and decided on a total artificial heart transplant.

However, with the current medical technology, there were many flaws with total artificial heart transplants: infection, bleeding, thrombosis, and biological tissue compatibility, all of which affected the surgery’s success rate and post-operative outcomes.

These issues were all related to cardiovascular materials.

Unlike other fields, even minor errors in medicine could lead to mechanical failures, terminating a life.

Therefore, over the years, Jeffrey Foster’s laboratory had been improving biomaterials, researching more effective antibiotics and anticoagulants.

She assisted Jeffrey Foster, aiming to develop future mechanical circulatory assist devices towards minimally invasive implantation, making the total artificial heart more stable and affordable, thereby helping more people.

All these years, she always thought she and her senior shared the same values and life direction. However, reborn, she discovered too many things. Now, seeing Jeffrey Foster in surgical attire, seriously inspecting the equipment, she felt a bit unfamiliar.

The surgery quickly began.

From the introduction, Abigail saw that the surgery used new artificial mechanical materials, primarily directed towards minimally invasive implantation. Her previously researched reagents would be used. Although Abigail was not part of the surgery, watching all of this still made her nervous.

Because if this surgery succeeded, it meant that in the future, many patients with end-stage heart failure would have a greater chance to live like normal people and even prolong their lives.

Once the surgery started, it couldn’t be paused.

Below, Jeffrey Foster led everyone in an orderly manner, and all those watching upstairs, including Cameron Theodore, were on edge.

For they might not only witness a surgery but possibly see history being made (purely made up by the author).

Abigail watched intently, attending to every step without missing any changes in the patient’s body.

The surgery lasted for three hours, finally reaching the concluding stage, a very crucial step.

The surgeon, Jeffrey Foster, stepped back and instructed Irene Wallis beside him, "It’s your turn."

Unexpectedly, a mishap occurred at this moment. Irene Wallis, perhaps due to nervousness, failed to securely turn off the cautery she had taken from Jeffrey Foster earlier. As Jeffrey stepped back, he accidentally touched his wrist, groaning in pain. freёweɓnovel.com

Irene Wallis, frightened, got ready to check on Jeffrey Foster.

"Suture." Jeffrey Foster’s wrist was already somewhat injured. He gritted his teeth and commanded through the pain.

Everyone present was highly strung.

Irene Wallis, scared by this cold command, hurriedly approached to handle the patient. But whether from excessive nervousness or shock, as soon as she touched the patient, the patient’s heart rate suddenly started to rise, heightening the already tense atmosphere.

Having reached this stage, failure of the surgery now would be too regretful.

"You!" Jeffrey Foster, holding his bloody hand, angrily exclaimed, but realized now was not the time to panic.

Scared further by his outburst, Irene Wallis’ hands trembled even more, rendering her incapable of suturing.

To be precise, she had never learned Abigail’s skills. Regardless of being nervous, she could not meet Jeffrey Foster’s standards today.

The patient’s heart rate continued to rise.

"How about I do it?" One of the experts stepped forward.

Jeffrey Foster shook his head. "The closing stitches must be done with my junior sister’s technique to minimize postoperative complications." Pausing, he suddenly looked up to the second floor. "Abigail, you do it."

Abigail had already noticed the surgical issues and hadn’t had time to speak before the mishap occurred. Seeing Jeffrey Foster seeking help by looking at her now, she bit her lip and quickly went downstairs.

Everyone had doubtful glances at Jeffrey Foster and Abigail Green.

The Dean allowed a sophomore student to participate in such a critical surgery? And was this girl really daring enough?

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Several experts glared at Abigail with even more doubt.

Abigail frowned, looking at the young boy on the surgical bed. She could feel others’ gazes, but in the face of life, others’ opinions were insignificant.

Having been immersed in medical practice since childhood, she couldn’t stand by idly.

Alarms still echoed in the operating room. Abigail quickly got ready.

Irene Wallis objected, "Jeffrey..."

"Can you do it?" Jeffrey Foster ignored Irene and softly asked Abigail.

Abigail didn’t speak, nodded with pursed lips, then began inspecting the areas Irene touched. She furrowed her brow and instructed others to assist.

Two experts, still insecure, didn’t move.

Abigail raised her head, giving them a cold look that intimidated them into cooperating.

Then her hand touched the patient’s body, quickly envisioning a three-dimensional space structure in her mind and locating the problem.

Without hesitation, she acted, and the patient’s heart rate soon stabilized. The newly implanted total artificial heart began to function normally, and the patient’s complexion gradually returned to normal.

Abigail started suturing.

This surgery’s suturing was very complex. But everyone watched as Abigail’s thread weaved back and forth in the patient’s heart.

Half an hour later, Abigail finished suturing, handed the remaining tasks to the other two, then glanced at Jeffrey Foster and left the operating room.

Upstairs, Lena Locke and the others watched in awe. Even Headmaster Theodore was astonished.

From the recent news, Headmaster Theodore knew this Abigail Green wasn’t simple. Still, he mostly thought Master Brandon did those antics to clear her name. He never truly believed Abigail was that competent. But he never expected her to be so mighty.

This was a surgery of what level. A sophomore girl could be so composed and calm, surpassing those experts. What was the point of her still attending school?

Cameron Theodore was extremely excited. Their medical school produced a genius!

A talent on par with Dr. Smith.

Thinking of Dr. Smith, Cameron Theodore couldn’t help but wonder: were all girls named Abigail so remarkable?

Abigail left the operating room to wash her hands. Jeffrey Foster followed. "Did you learn this technique from my junior sister?"

"Yes." Abigail responded indifferently, washing her hands three times before putting down the disinfectant.

Jeffrey Foster unintentionally stared at her handwashing. Though she changed, her cleanliness obsession remained. Did she really intend to mislead him further?