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Chapter 1073 Chapter 1074: On the other side of the door, the lead surgeon was already preparing-Wront's famed expert, Carsen Walsh himself. Without Lenny's intervention, Maia would never have been allowed in this operating theater, certainly not even as the third assistant. To her, the chance to witness a complete brain surgery firsthand was nothing short of extraordinary. That thought alone filled her with gratitude for Lenny's support. Drawing a steady breath, she stepped through the doors of the operating room. A firm male voice stopped her from behind.

"Are you the assistant Professor Bryant recommended? How many times have you assisted in neurosurgery? Which university trained you?" The questions caught her off guard. She turned to find a tall figure dressed in the same blue gown and mask. Sharp, unwavering eyes regarded her from above the mask. Recognition was instant; it was Carsen. Before she could answer, he cut her off with a dismissive wave, his tone clipped and cold. "Your credentials don't concern me. What matters is the operation.

Do your job well and stay out of trouble." Without waiting for a reply, he strode past her toward the table. The remaining two assistant physicians quickly stepped into place, while the anesthetist and scrub nurse carefully readied the tools with practiced precision. Maia kept quiet. If he wasn't willing to listen, then she saw no reason to waste words. She'd let her actions do the talking instead. Running through Lenny's advice and the pages of surgical texts in her mind, she slipped behind the second assistant, snapped on her gloves, and lifted a hemostat with steady hands.

Every movement was quick, deliberate, exact. Carsen's gaze flicked her way; he gave the faintest shake of his head but said nothing. Then, with a sidelong glance at the other two assistants, he spoke in a deep voice. "Stay alert, everyone. The surgery is starting." The operation was set in motion without delay. Bright surgical lamps bathed the room in stark light while silence pressed heavily over the operating theater. The sharp sting of disinfectant clung to the air as every pair of eyes and hands remained keenly attentive.

Although Lenny carried the reputation of a respected professor, surgery was never his field of mastery. He could only offer Maia the fundamentals, while procedures as intricate as Chris's demanded more than theory-they required careful study and repeated exposure. L∆Ŧ€$† Ç₳þŧëяŞ ¡η glovєl.оm For Maia to reach that level, she would need steady practice in real operations and the kind of precision that only comes with experience, qualities she had not yet acquired.

Thus, she had to learn and summarize through observation, coupled with hard work, to minimize the risks when performing surgery on Chris in the future. Her journey had to begin with winning Carsen's confidence. Steeling herself with a deep breath, Maia fixed her full attention on the way Carsen moved. "The anesthesia has taken effect," the anesthetist murmured, sliding back to clear the space for Carsen. "Hand me the scalpel," Carsen said. Maia placed it in his hand with steady precision, careful not to falter. . . .