Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee by Lily Foster

Just now, she received another call from Abby’s phone number, but it was not the little child herself who

spoke.

“Hello, hello? Excuse me, are you a relative of this number owner? I think the name she gave you is

‘Sister.””

“Yes, I am. What happened?”

“Your sister fainted on the roadside. I’ve already sent her to Primo Hospital, but she can’t have the

operation without her family’s signature. I’ll send the address to your phone. Come over quickly!”

Aylin was still on the helicopter at that time. When she heard this, she wanted to kill Ruben.

Abby is my daughter. How dare he!

Outside the emergency operating room on the fifth floor, several specialists were already waiting.

“How’s the child?”

When Aylin arrived, several hospital staff were stunned by the appearance of the visitor before they

asked, “What’s your relation to the child?”

“Cousin!”

Conor Obadiah adjusted his glasses and handed over the consultation video. “The little girl has

fractures and contusions of different degrees in her wrist and leg bones. The most important thing is

that her head has suffered a serious impact, and the CT scan showed that there is an epidural

hematoma – a traumatic brain injury. Part of the hematoma is pressing on the medulla.”

He frowned and looked at Aylin, thinking that she was too young. “The child may need surgery, but it’s

very risky. You can’t make the decision.”

Fracture? Brain impact? How could she be so badly injured! Aylin thought.

The child was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale. She was still alive and kicking

when she left. Abby looked so fragile now, as if she would go at any moment.

Aylin was heartbroken to see that.

“I can make the decision.”

Her beautiful face was solemn, and she looked straight at the doctor. “Operate on her immediately. I’ll

be responsible for what happens!”

“No!”

Another young doctor, Phil Evans, frowned in displeasure. “We should have immediate family members

making such a big decision. You are so young and clearly not the parent here. How can you make the

decision?”

Conor nodded. “That’s right. If something really happens, it’s going to be a medical accident. It’s not up

to a young girl like you to take responsibility for It’s better to call the parents.”

“Let’s go to the conference room. Ask the head of the pediatrics department to come over, too. We’ll

talk about the details of the operation.”

In the conference room, all the top figures in pediatrics, surgery, neurology, and craniotomy gathered

together for a consultation.

Conor projected the CT scan report on the screen and said, “Everyone has a copy of the condition.

Asher, what do you think?”

Asher was the head of the pediatrics department specializing in difficult diseases. He frowned and said,

“I prefer conservative treatment. The child is too young. Once the craniotomy is done, the aftermath will

be unimaginable.”

Phil nodded in agreement. “Besides, the hematoma is so constricted that the operation is too risky. The

immediate family members are not present. To put it bluntly, in case something happens on the way…”

Phil didn’t continue, but everyone present was experienced and knew each other well.

If the patient suddenly died, the relatives would come to demand for compensation, leading to a messy

and unending situation!

As a doctor, the first thing to be considered is the patient’s condition.”

It was Conor who said such a noncommittal remark. He used his experience to judge the situation on

the report. “But in my opinion, the child’s hematoma should not be big, so there’s no need to rush to

open her brain. Go to the edema first, then make a decision after her condition has stabilized.”

“Agreed.”

“I agree. This is the safest way!”

No one objected, and Conor was ready to conclude the meeting. “Then it’s settled. We choose

conservative treatment. Nurse, prepare an informed consent form for…”

Before she could finish her sentence, a clear but firm voice sounded at the door.

“No!”

The door was pushed open neatly, revealing a woman with a ponytail standing there. Her mask

covered most of her face tightly, and her short-sleeves and

long pants made her appear professional.

Conor searched his memory but couldn’t recognize the person through the outfit. He immediately

frowned and asked, “Who are you? Idlers aren’t allowed in the doctors’ conference room!”

Phil immediately added, “That’s right! Couldn’t the nurses tell what you are? Hurry up and kick her out!”

“I’m here to save people. The real idlers here are you.” Aylin crossed her arms and glanced over. “You

have to have a craniotomy in this situation. The more you drag this on for the patient, the more

dangerous it will be.”

“Impossible!”

Conor had been practicing medicine for decades and was known for his excellent medical skills. No

one dared to question his professional ability.

Aylin gazed at them with a cold expression, exuding a powerful aura around her. “The marrow

extension is the vital breathing center. If we are one step late, her condition can’t be cured. The

hematoma looks small, but it continues to grow! The patient will die at any moment!” Conor was

stunned. She even knows about the breathing center?

Asher couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up and said unhappily, “Which hospital are you from? What’s

your name? Don’t show off after learning a few words. Be careful of harming others and yourself, or

you will ruin your future!”

Aylin said indifferently, “I’m Althea.