The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Amadeus’s Unexplained Sense of Pride_1

The chief neurosurgeon removed his blue mask, and the clothes beneath his surgical gown were soaked through—not from fatigue, but from an uncontrollable excitement and thrill he felt as a doctor fortunate enough to witness the world’s most advanced techniques.

A smile couldn’t stop spreading across his face, ”Success, the surgery was extremely successful! I believe even the most authoritative experts from Beijing would not necessarily be able to achieve such success.”

Alfred Garland was dumbfounded.

What?

Successful?

Ms. Quinlan had successfully completed the surgery for Uncle Cagwin, and even made the chief of neurosurgery speak in a tone of praise, suggesting that experts from Beijing might not even match this level of skill.

This... was too incredible, wasn’t it?

”Just who exactly is Ms. Quinlan? When did she learn medicine?” Alfred Garland turned his head, looking at him with confusion: ”Amadeus, you wouldn’t happen to know about Ms. Quinlan’s medical skills, would you?”

Amadeus Yancey let out a light chuckle with his thin lips, his crow-black lashes lowering, hiding those bloodthirsty and profound eyes as if nothing could surprise him.

”I didn’t know.”

Alfred Garland: ...

You didn’t know, yet you were just now firmly supporting Ms. Quinlan, seemingly confident in her abilities? Are you kidding me!

”It’s impossible that you didn’t know, Ms. Quinlan must have told you in advance.”

”Heh.”

Amadeus Yancey’s eyes were deep-set, he crossed his arms behind his back, and though his tone was not deep, he conveyed his understanding of Nathalie Quinlan: ”Her concern for Uncle Cagwin far exceeds yours. You wouldn’t dare to joke about the things she wouldn’t dare to be reckless with without confidence. If she said she could do it, that meant she had at least an eighty percent certainty, otherwise, she would’ve found a way to stall for time, until help arrived.”

But he never expected Nathalie Quinlan to do so well!

So well that she impressed a senior expert from a top-tier hospital.

For some reason, a sense of pride surged in Amadeus Yancey’s chest, more satisfying even than receiving praise himself.

The chief neurosurgeon announced: ”The patient is basically out of life-threatening danger, and he doesn’t even need to go to the ICU. He’ll be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation for a few days; if his condition stabilizes within these days, he can be moved back to a regular ward.”

Freddy Cagwin and Aunt Cagwin were overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief, incessantly thanking the doctor, ”Thank you, doctor, thank you all.”

Then, they followed the medical staff to the intensive care unit.

...

The neurosurgery team, including Yuna Ullmer, also emerged from the operating room.

Their expressions at this moment were pretty similar to Alfred Garland’s, but compared to him, they had witnessed Nathalie Quinlan’s surgery firsthand, making the visual impact stronger and their expressions more complex.

Especially Yuna Ullmer, even though no one was paying attention to her now, and everyone had forgotten the words she’d said earlier, her face still felt as if it was on fire, and it was as if nails were digging into the soles of her feet, unable to stay put for a moment. She hastily said to her colleague beside her, ”I’m not feeling well, I’m heading back to the department first.”

”Alright, drink more hot water.”

She was famously known as the star surgeon of City Hospital, with lots of male doctors fawning over her, but at that moment, Yuna Ullmer had no mood for pride and slipped away quietly before the others.

...

”Amadeus, Ms. Quinlan is coming out,” Alfred Garland said in a low voice.

Amadeus Yancey’s gaze was tightly locked on the girl who was the last to come out of the operating room.

Nathalie Quinlan took off her surgical gown and threw it into the trash can beside her, exhausted, even lifting her arms felt heavy.

She then felt a tall shadow looming over her head.

Who’s blocking the light?

Pushed to the limit, Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t feeling too good at the moment, her beautiful brow furrowing, clearly annoyed.

”Uncle Cagwin’s surgery was very successful, Aunt Cagwin and the others have already gone over.”

When Nathalie Quinlan looked up, she saw Amadeus Yancey’s face, which she saw every day and had almost become immune to.

Too tired, she let her eyelashes droop and said in a feeble voice, ”Hmm. I know.”

She was the one who saved the person; she knew best whether the surgery was successful or not.