Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

"Well… it's tough to predict. It comes down to how much fight the patient has left," the doctor said, hesitating.

Zach slowly closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a deep sense of hopelessness. But then he suddenly turned to Yolanda, and a glimmer of hope sparked in his gaze. "Ms. Henderson, could you please re-examine Evan's condition again?"

Although Yolanda appeared to be just a high school student, her handling of the bleeding that day was nothing short of professional. Since Derek hadn't arrived yet, it wouldn't hurt to let Yolanda examine Evan first.

The doctor was taken aback by Zach's suggestion, his eyebrows furrowing in disapproval. "Mr. Wright, what are you talking about? You want a high school student to handle a patient in the operating room? I get that you're worried, but don't let your panic cloud your judgment!"

"But—" Zach was about to point out that Yolanda had some medical knowledge, but the doctor cut him off before he could speak.

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"No, but I've been reading medical books since I was very young, so I do have some experience," Yolanda said, turning to Zach. "I'm willing to give it a shot if you trust me."

She spoke cautiously, trying to gain Zach's trust. If she had confidently claimed she could cure Evan, it might have only made him doubtful.

Meanwhile, the doctor beside them shot her a disdainful look. "Oh, you've been reading medical books since you were a kid, and now you think you're ready to handle patients?

"I grew up watching medical dramas too, but I still had to go through med school, pass my licensing exams, and complete a five-year residency before I could step into an operating room!

"You're too young to be making such bold claims. Do you even grasp the risks of treating someone without proper training? Every minute wasted on the operating table increases the patient's risk! Mr. Wright, our hospital has a duty to Evan, and we can't let her proceed!"

A flash of doubt crossed Zach's face. The doctor had a point, but Zach had seen Yolanda handle Evan himself that day. To be honest, if it hadn't been for Yolanda, Evan might have bled out by now.

"Doctor, I'm the patient's family, and I want her to give it a shot! I'll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong!" Zach turned to Yolanda and said, "Please, come with me and check on Evan!"

Without waiting for a reply, he took Yolanda by the arm and headed straight for the operating room.

At that moment, the elevator doors at the end of the hallway slid open, and a group of people stepped out. At the front was a short, white-haired elderly man, followed by four or five men who looked like bodyguards. The elderly man quickly made his way toward the operating room.

The doctor next to Zach immediately recognized the elderly man and quickly moved to greet him. "Dr. Davidson! Thank goodness you're here!"

"What's the patient's condition?" Derek asked, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he walked into the operating room.

The doctor trailed closely behind Derek, saying, "It's not looking good. He won't last much longer."

Derek's face was grim as he approached the operating table. He first lifted Evan's eyelids and then checked his pulse. His expression grew more and more serious.

Without wasting any time, he grabbed a set of acupuncture needles from the medical kit and carefully inserted them at several critical acupuncture points on Evan's body. Even with all the needles in place, there was still no reaction from Evan.

Derek let out a deep sigh.