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Chapter 978: Chapter 978 Sudden Incident

The patient’s family had no idea what was happening; they were simply notified about the need for a craniotomy. Upon hearing the risks of a brain hemorrhage, they immediately agreed to sign the consent form.

Bai Xiao stood at the operating table, dressed in surgical scrubs.

The nurse had already shaved the area on the patient’s head where the surgery was to be performed. Bai Xiao held a pen and steadily marked the incision line.

This was the first time she would perform the surgery herself.

The feeling was entirely different from being an assistant to someone else.

When her special ability activated, a three-dimensional image suddenly appeared clearly in front of her.

This had never happened before. In the past, when she used her special ability, it only applied to specific objects in her hands, like a scalpel or a silver needle. Now, her ability seemed to extend from her entire being, enveloping the patient lying on the operating table.

This was not healing—it was more like a detailed magnetic resonance imaging breakdown.

Every corner of the patient’s brain was presented in different dimensions before her eyes. Even the tiniest capillary was displayed with clarity. The ruptured cerebral aneurysm was leaking blood. Although the rupture was small, she could see the blood accelerating inside. If it broke through the final barrier of the aneurysm, massive bleeding would occur. Their task now was to repair the bleeding point before that happened.

Bai Xiao’s steady hands didn’t tremble for a moment as she began her operation.

Zhang Huan didn’t dare even breathe loudly.

Someone pushed the door open and came in, standing behind him and watching the screen. Zhang Huan didn’t even notice.

"The skull has been opened, the periosteum as well. I didn’t expect the aneurysm to be located here."

Zhang Huan was startled by the familiar voice and turned around to see his mentor, Dr. Xue.

"Professor!"

The word "Professor" carried deep shame. Zhang Huan knew what his presence here represented, and Dr. Xue surely understood as well.

There was no escaping responsibility.

"Let’s not talk about it. This isn’t your fault. You have your responsibilities and obligations. Everyone’s path is different. I said long ago that your academic achievements might not reach the peak, precisely because your focus on personal gain could affect them. But this isn’t something inherently wrong with you. Even I can’t be completely indifferent toward fame and fortune in this position, let alone you. So, you’re not in the wrong."

Dr. Xue patted Zhang Huan on the shoulder. He understood his student well—not a man of narrow-minded ambition, but someone who grappled with the conflict between personal gain and pure academic pursuit.

"Sit down. The Dean and the Directors of Surgery are here. How could we not have been notified about something this significant? Let’s quietly observe Bai Xiao’s surgery now!"

Dr. Xue had never felt such danger as in this moment.

The Dean of Ruiyin Hospital had just returned from a business trip out of town and was already in the conference room.

Bai Xiao had absolutely no prior experience in independently performing a craniotomy. Theory was one thing, but practical operations were entirely different. Her first surgery as the lead surgeon was such a major neurosurgical procedure—success or failure hinged entirely on this moment.

The assembled leadership sat on the couches, surrounding the screen, their eyes glued to the live footage of the operation.

Zhang Huan stood behind Dr. Xue, feeling utterly unworthy of being present.

No matter the circumstances, no matter who understood the situation—

Ultimately, in everyone’s eyes, he was the one who shirked responsibility, leaving an intern to bear the brunt.

He felt embarrassed even admitting it to himself.

The surgery was already at the stage of separating the aneurysm, a critical moment.

Any mistake here—however minor—would require rapid cauterization of the wounds using the electronic knife. The timing of these two tasks had to be perfectly synchronized.

If the cauterization was premature, the aneurysm wouldn’t be fully removed and would leave hidden risks.

If it happened too late, with the aneurysm fully removed, the blocked blood vessel would experience a rapid increase in blood pressure and intracranial pressure, leading to massive bleeding and putting the subsequent repair work at enormous risk.

Typically, this stage required seamless cooperation between the lead surgeon and the first assistant.

Only a perfectly coordinated team could achieve flawless results.

At that critical moment, Director Xu’s hand suddenly trembled.

Bai Xiao raised her head to glance at Director Xu, whose complexion had suddenly turned pale. Beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead, soaking his mask in an instant.

Even so, his hands didn’t stop moving, and her focused gaze remained on the aneurysm separation. There could be absolutely no mistakes now, or the surrounding nerves could be inadvertently damaged, resulting in immeasurable harm to the patient.

"Director Xu, are you alright?"

Bai Xiao could tell that Director Xu wasn’t in good shape.

Director Xu’s trembling became even more pronounced.

He Xin quickly reached out to steady Director Xu and took the electronic knife from his hand.

"Director Xu!"

In the observation room, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

"Director Xu has a heart condition. His heart must be under extreme stress right now—it’s likely an acute episode."

Dr. Xue’s explanation heightened the tension among the Directors. If Director Xu had an incident, there wouldn’t be a single experienced doctor left in the operating room. The surgery was at a critical juncture—any mistake made now could jeopardize the final outcome.

So far, there hadn’t been any errors, making it the best possible scenario.

But if things went wrong at this stage, the entire operation would be rendered futile.

Zhang Huan turned and started walking out.

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Dr. Xue shook his head. "There’s no need to go."

"Professor, I have to go! Bai Xiao absolutely can’t finish this on her own. If she doesn’t get support, this surgery will fail."

Zhang Huan was filled with regret for not staying to support Bai Xiao earlier, even if he wasn’t the lead surgeon. He should have remained as the first assistant.

If he had been the assistant, Director Xu wouldn’t be in such a dire situation now.

And today’s surgery wouldn’t have turned into a race against time and death.

"Bai Xiao already finished it!"

Zhang Huan looked up at the screen in shock.

On the screen, Bai Xiao had already switched to the electronic knife, sealing the rupture at the spot where the aneurysm had been removed. The incision was perfectly cauterized—there wasn’t even a trace of blood leaking out.

A nurse was wiping the sweat off Bai Xiao’s forehead, while He Xin took over to finish the final sutures and clean out any residual blood inside. Soon, the periosteum could be closed and the skull repositioned.

Everything was proceeding orderly and smoothly. Director Xu had been helped to a corner of the room.

Bai Xiao kept an eye on He Xin’s sutures while murmuring something. The footage showed the video but captured no audio.

Soon, the surgery was completed.

Dr. Xue and the hospital leaders all breathed a sigh of relief.

The patient hadn’t died on the operating table, and the surgery was performed beautifully.

Now, all they could do was wait for the patient to wake up and see what aftereffects might occur.

This was Bai Xiao’s first craniotomy as the lead surgeon.