The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Sadam Vinson, Vincent Moore, and others saw the girl rushing over from the elevator at that moment.

Sadam Vinson’s arm was thoroughly bandaged. He was originally sitting in a wheelchair, receiving an IV while waiting for the surgery room’s doors to open. When he saw Nathalie Quinlan, he tried to get up with a big reaction, looking guilty as he turned to the girl and said, ”Nathalie, I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of Mr. Fuller. Letting Mr. Fuller end up like this, I...”

”You’re still receiving an IV, don’t get emotional yet.” Williansen Barness pressed him back onto the chair, ensuring he remained seated, then calmly said to Nathalie Quinlan, ”The dean is still in surgery; the situation is not great.”

”I know.” Nathalie Quinlan walked over and nodded at him, indicating that she already knew, then raised her eyes to the two injured people: ”What about you two? Are you alright?”

Williansen Barness shrugged his shoulder: ”I’m fine, just that my mom was terrified.”

Nathalie Quinlan looked at the man in the wheelchair receiving an IV, who appeared more miserable: ”Are you okay?”

Sadam Vinson first shook his head, then said worriedly: ”The doctor said Mr. Fuller might...”

”Emma Gabehart already told me on the way here, a fractured femur and internal bleeding, the situation is not optimistic, right?” Nathalie Quinlan said.

Sadam Vinson, who had been waiting outside, heard this and his handsome face showed even more guilt: ”The doctor said he might have to... undergo an amputation.”

Nathalie Quinlan responded with an ”Hmm.”

Sadam Vinson punched his own leg, holding his head, groaning in agony: ”If I could have brought Mr. Fuller to the hospital earlier, it wouldn’t have dragged on like this.”

While he was berating himself, a hand silently patted his shoulder twice.

Sadam Vinson inexplicably felt calm, looked up, and met the intense black eyes of the girl, he was stunned, and heard the girl’s reassuring voice: ”With me here, he won’t be amputated.”

Sadam Vinson stared at her blankly and said: ”Nathalie, you...”

Nathalie Quinlan released his shoulder, with a confident curve at the corner of her mouth, looked at him, and said: ”Don’t forget, I’m a doctor.”

Sadam Vinson’s sluggish mind finally caught up; surrounded by self-blame and guilt, he belatedly remembered she was a doctor, and not just any doctor!

Just then, the surgical room’s doors opened again, and the lead surgeon emerged, drenched in sweat, scanning everyone and asked directly: ”Who is the patient’s family? The patient’s family needs to come over.”

”I’m a family member.”

Nathalie Quinlan passed by Vincent Moore, Williansen Barness, and others, walked up to Nicholas Fuller, the lead surgeon, and said solemnly: ”How is my mentor’s condition?”

”His left femoral head has a fracture, there’s a steel fragment piercing the knee accompanied by a ligament tear, and the best surgery time was delayed, plus his advanced age... After negotiating, we reached a comprehensive conclusion — which is amputation.”

”Amputation is currently the quickest and best way to save the patient’s life, also a once-and-for-all solution, preventing some unnecessary future complications.”

”The surgery requires the patient’s family member’s signature. Here is the surgical risk consent form.” The doctor brought out a contract from the surgery room and handed it to Nathalie Quinlan, then pulled a pen from his chest pocket and offered it: ”Please review it, and if there are no issues, sign it.”

Nathalie Quinlan took the consent form and pen from him, raised her slightly impatient gaze, and said to him: ”I’m sorry, I’m also a doctor, and I want to perform this surgery myself.”

”You’re a doctor?” The lead surgeon clearly didn’t grasp the situation, wearing a stunned expression for a while, not reacting for quite some time.