The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 1177

Dr. Abernathy frowned as he faced the elderly woman suddenly entangled in his day, "Ma'am, my expertise isn't exactly at the level of leading surgeries. I'd advise you to follow the hospital's protocols." Though he hated to admit he wasn't as skilled as Logan, he knew his knowledge in design wasn't something to be arrogant about. More importantly, he didn't want his reputation tarnished by a stubborn old lady. He had been the first to notice someone filming the ordeal. Being pointed out by her was as good as having your name written in the book of death. Whoever she pointed at, metaphorically died!

"Are you saying you're not in on this together?!" Mrs. Johnson shrieked, "You just want him to kill my son, my flesh and blood!"

Logan, checking on the patient's status, knew arguing would only delay the crucial treatment period.

Soon, Logan gave Dr. Abernathy a look, "If Dr. Abernathy is even 50% sure, then proceed. Any more delays and amputation might become the only option."

Mrs. Johnson, horrified at the thought, persisted in her rant, leaving Dr. Abernathy with no choice but to agree.

He followed the hospital director, pleading, "I really can't take this case, Director. It's not within my department's responsibilities. I don't even have a 10% confidence level!"

Dr. Abernathy's panic made the director impatient, cutting him off, "Don't worry about it. In the end, Logan will lead. You just need to be there."

Relieved it wasn't his responsibility, Dr. Abernathy felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

In the OR, Logan's serious voice commanded, "Administer the anesthesia, half dose."

The room fell silent except for the beeping of machines and Logan's requests for tools.

Two hours into the surgery, the door remained shut, and the elderly woman paced anxiously outside.

Faye glanced at her, emotionless. Dealing with such relatives was a nightmare. Most avoided them, but she somehow got dragged into this mess.

The intern nearby was too scared to speak, relieved that neither Faye nor Logan blamed her for the situation.

Noticing the intern, Faye approached, "You can go back. This isn't something you need to worry about."

As Faye continued to stand guard, the intern wanted to say more but only saw Faye's retreating back.

Hiding in the bathroom, the intern's fears magnified in the cramped space, and suppressed sobs filled the room.

The video of the incident spread like wildfire online, sparking fierce debates in the comments.

Critics and defenders of the hospital clashed, with accusations and support thrown back and forth.

Vivienne, on vacation abroad, stumbled upon the video and recognized her student. Attempting to call Logan, she found his phone unanswered and switched to calling Faye.

As Faye was about to step aside to take the call, Mrs. Johnson spotted her and approached accusingly, demanding she stay put to take the call in front of her.

Faye, displeased, coldly responded, "Is it necessary for you to control even this?"

"Take it here! Who knows if you're calling for backup? You people are always up to no good!"

Faye, knowing arguing was pointless especially with Logan still in surgery, reluctantly took the call on speaker.

"Ms. Vivienne," Faye greeted respectfully.

"Where's Logan? His phone's off."

"He's occupied at the moment."

Mrs. Johnson's confusion grew, desperate for information but replaceing none.

Vivienne, hearing the commotion, commented on the demanding old lady's presence.

"Sorry, Ms. Vivienne. She won't let me move away to talk," Faye explained, a hint of apology in her voice.

Vivienne, intrigued by the drama, suggested, "Then, let's have this conversation on speaker."

Hearing the instruction, Faye complied and switched the phone to speaker mode.

Before Mrs. Johnson could revel in her small victory, Vivienne's voice emerged, ethereal and firm, "You think you can boss a doctor around like that? What kind of background do you think you have?"

Mrs. Johnson was momentarily speechless, yet her pride wouldn't allow her to show weakness. She straightened her back and retorted, "So what if I don't have any fancy connections? Since when can't ordinary folks stand up for their rights?"

"You've got a real talent for spouting nonsense, don't you? This video of your antics has already gone viral online. Just you wait, once this. surgery is over, you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" Vivienne's tone was icy, her threat clear.

"Oh, really? You have the audacity to send people to intimidate me?" Mrs. Johnson's breathing became rapid, a mix of anger and anxiety.

"This is no intimidation; it's a promise. As soon as the surgery is done, you'll get the paperwork. I'll see you in court."

After her declaration, Vivienne added a word of caution to Faye, "Keep an eye out these next few days. I'll handle this mess when the time comes."