Chapter 483: How does it feel, Miss Ward?
Tina was stunned.
This was unexpected.
Everything seemed fine when she left the Farrell family.
Vivienne’s cheeks were rosy then, showing no signs of organ failure.
“Someone will probably call you,” Jared’s voice came through the phone, accompanied by some crying sounds, apparently from Clara.
Tina was confident, “Don’t worry.”
Jared acknowledged, and they ended the call.
Tina lay in bed, and soon her phone rang.
It was Joshua.
“Tina, this is Joshua. I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you please come to the hospital? Vivienne… she’s not going to make it.”
Tina raised her eyebrows slightly and smirked, lazily resting one hand on her temple, “What happened?”
“Vivienne’s failing, all her organs. I heard from my family that you saved my father once. Could you please save Vivienne too? Put all our grievances on me, just save her life, can you?”
Listening to Joshua’s sobbing, Tina’s lips curled slightly, “Okay! I’m on my way.”
Joshua breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Tina, thank you so much.”
Tina smiled, “You’re welcome, you are my uncle’s most respected Joshua Uncle.”
Joshua fell silent on the phone for a few seconds.
Tina’s words seemed to carry a deeper meaning.
But he said nothing more and hung up.
Twenty minutes later.
Tina rushed to the hospital, where Jared waited at the entrance.
Seeing Tina without even a coat, he draped his windbreaker over her shoulders, “What’s the rush?”
“Uncle Joshua called me, how could I not hurry?” Tina smiled softly and went with Jared to the surgical floor where Vivienne was.
Clara was still kneeling on the ground, crying incessantly, cursing Tina as a curse.
Seeing Tina arrive, she charged over, “You little wretch, what are you here for? Want to gloat over my daughter’s misery? I tell you, if anything happens to my daughter, I won’t let you off, even as a ghost I won’t let you be!”
Tina looked down at Clara, her smile deepening but not reaching her eyes, “How about I turn you into a ghost right now?”
Clara instinctively fell to the ground, not sure if it was her illusion, but for a moment when Tina spoke, she seemed to actually see the spirits gathering around her.
She shivered on the ground, trembling fingertips, “What… what do you really want?”
At that moment, Joshua came over with the lab results, seeing Clara still making a scene, he was furious and dragged her away, “Clara, you’re done meddling with Vivienne’s matters from now on!”
Clara was nothing but trouble here.
With that, Joshua turned to Tina, “Tina, don’t mind her, Clara is a bit out of her mind, the hospital has already agreed to let you into the OR, and Victoria, the attending physician, will assist you.”
Tina handed the windbreaker back to Jared, took the lab results from Joshua, “Okay.”
Then, she entered the operating room.
Marie stayed by Logan’s side, although she no longer cared much for Vivienne, she was still worried as she had watched her grow up.
Jared sat quietly beside his grandfather and mother, waiting for Tina to come out.
Joshua was restless, and Abigail didn’t know how to comfort him, so she just stayed quietly by his side.
Clara was still trembling in the corner, haunted by the eerie illusion that Tina had become a ghostly presence. Meanwhile, in the operating room, Tina had changed into surgical attire and walked in. Including Lily, there were five doctors present.
“Mr. Farrell, you finally arrived. Miss Farrell is in critical condition; it’s almost too late,” Lily handed Tina a scalpel, “Let’s begin.”
Taking the scalpel, Tina turned her back to Lily and started operating on Vivienne. She focused intently, her eyes shifting only between the monitor and Vivienne, seemingly oblivious to the five people surrounding her.
Lily stood behind Tina, scalpel in hand, watching her back with sinister intent. She signaled to two individuals beside her, who each took hold of a rope’s end, circled behind Tina, and positioned themselves in front of her. With a sudden pull intended to restrain Tina, the rope unexpectedly snapped, causing them to fall heavily to the floor due to their excessive force.
As tension peaked, the others rushed towards Tina with their scalpels drawn. Tina slightly bowed her head, but her grip on her scalpel remained firm as she excised the toxin-infected part of Vivienne’s kidney.
In the next second, the two closest individuals collapsed, spitting blood.
Tina, without looking up, switched to another surgical tool and turned her attention to Vivienne’s heart.
The first two who had fallen rose and, drawing knives from their waists, charged at Tina. With a swift kick, Tina knocked over a nearby stand.
With two thuds, they fell, their knife-wielding hands pinned under the stand, any movement threatening to tear off their arms.
Lily, taken aback by how effortlessly Tina neutralized four skilled attackers, clenched her scalpel. Now standing behind Tina, she still saw a chance…
“Miss Sharp, how do you find the experience of bone shaving surgery?” Tina asked slowly while continuing the operation. After a pause, she smiled slightly, “Or perhaps I should call you Miss Ward, which sounds more affectionate.”
During the conversation, Tina also cut away half of Vivienne’s heart and tossed it into the trash.
Stunned, Lily had not expected Tina to recognize her! With her guise no longer necessary, she charged at Tina, “I must kill you, Tina.”
Tina sidestepped, and Lily’s knife stabbed deeply into Vivienne’s thigh.
Vivienne, previously unconscious, suddenly spat out blood and watched the scene unfold with eyes full of despair.
Tina smiled radiantly, “Sorry, I just stopped your anesthesia.”
Unable to speak, Vivienne’s acute awareness in her half-severed heart and opened abdomen was terrifying.
Lily pulled out the knife and swung at Tina again, who merely stepped back lightly. Unaware of her surroundings, Lily tripped over the two blood-spitting individuals.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Her scalpel, following her gaze, plunged straight into her brain.
Lily screamed.
Tina, as if offering a candy, placed a healing pill into Lily’s mouth, then gestured towards Vivienne, “Don’t worry, I’ll sew her up first.”