The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 75: Nathalie’s Divine Doctor’s Vest_1

That’s a matter of life and death, how can we let an amateur high school student just try because she says so?!

Yuna Ullmer was about to speak when she was suddenly stopped by the director of neurosurgery, who said, "Let her try."

"Director?!"

Yuna Ullmer thought he had lost his mind!

Lost his mind?

Neurosurgery is considered the most difficult among surgical procedures, and many surgeons who have been practicing for a decade or more may not dare to perform craniotomies. The patient’s condition was particularly complex; aside from a three-centimeter-long tumor found in his brain, he had been paralyzed and bedridden for many years with his health in terrible shape. Yet, he was actually letting a female high school student try to operate on such a patient.

The world had gone fantasy.

However, the director of neurosurgery was exceptionally firm, his gaze on Nathalie Quinlan radiant with fervor; he pushed down on Yuna Ullmer’s shoulder and said, "We are unable to perform this surgery. You’ve seen the condition of the patient. It’s not possible to transfer him, nor can we wait for experts from Beijing to arrive."

His distant gaze landed on a girl not far away: "If it’s her, maybe there’s a chance!" He had once witnessed Nathalie Quinlan saving someone, her skilled medical technique had made him feel utterly inferior.

Yuna Ullmer: "?"

"I’ll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong."

The director, with over thirty years of experience and a reputation in the field of neurosurgery, was about to undertake a surgery that even he wasn’t confident in—how could he have such faith in an outsider?

That high school girl?

What’s so special about this high school girl?

Since the surgical director had spoken, even if the other doctors were skeptical about Nathalie Quinlan, they busily started to prepare for the surgery.

*

Alfred Garland watched as everyone began busily getting everything in order, Nathalie Quinlan following a nurse to change into surgical attire. He smacked his lips, unable to close his mouth for a moment, and looked at Amadeus Yancey with a dazed expression: "Amadeus, is Ms. Quinlan really going to operate on that man? What if something goes wrong..."

She’s... too daring!

Amadeus Yancey didn’t speak, his hand rapidly fiddling with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and ordered him, "Make a phone call to Capital City Airport, tell them it’s my wish, and have them arrange an aircraft to send medical personnel immediately."

"I need it fast, the fastest speed."

"It’s best to skip security checks altogether."

Alfred Garland looked at him in surprise, unable to detect the slightest hint of jest in those eyes. His heart sank; it was one thing for Amadeus to call for a neurosurgery expert from Beijing, the move wasn’t too conspicuous, but having the airport arrange a private jet and bypassing security checks was a big move that would draw a lot of attention to McKinney from all over Beijing.

But he never doubted any of Amadeus Yancey’s decisions. His face turning serious, he nodded solemnly and took out his phone: "I’ll take care of it immediately."

He quickly walked away to make the necessary phone calls.

Hands in his pockets, Amadeus Yancey walked through the noisy corridor to approach a middle-aged woman with a yellowish complexion, covering her face and crying. He bent down, patted her on the back, and comforted her with lowered status, "Aunt Cagwin, don’t worry, Uncle Cagwin won’t have any problems."

Aunt Cagwin looked up, her tearful eyes staring blankly at the young man in front of her.

Somehow, her anxious heart gradually calmed down.

It was as if this man, whom she had only met once, truly had the ability to pull her husband back from the brink of death.

...

Uncle Cagwin had slipped into a deep coma, his vital signs extremely unstable, and he could stop breathing at any moment due to the brain tumor.

So the surgery was arranged quickly.

Nathalie Quinlan, dressed in the hospital’s sterile surgical attire, pressed her lips together, her eyes determined, as she entered the operating room surrounded by several neurosurgeons.

The red light of the operating room came on.