Chapter 691
Chapter 691:
Just then, the sudden squeal of brakes pierced the air.
Mateo’s eyes brightened instantly. “Alissa, quickly! That must be MO.”
“On it!” Alissa rose swiftly and hurried outside.
Mateo’s racing heart steadied as he fixed Harlan with an icy stare. “Your schemes are transparent, Harlan. When Father awakens, your ambitions will crumble.”
Harlan’s smile remained unruffled. “Dear brother, how could you suggest such things? Surely our only wish is Father’s recovery. Wouldn’t anything less make us unworthy children?”
“Enough, both of you,” spoke a middle-aged man sitting nearby.
Despite his distinguished silver-streaked hair, which might have suggested advanced years, his face remained remarkably unlined, creating an intriguing contrast. This was Gilmore Welch, Orson’s second son.
“Let’s maintain our dignity. We have guests approaching, and the Welch name should not be reduced to fodder for gossip.”
At these words, Mateo and Harlan exchanged one final loaded glance before lapsing into a charged silence, their attention drawn inexorably to the courtyard entrance.
When Alissa’s silhouette materialized in the doorway, Mateo’s expression brightened with anticipation, only to darken with displeasure at the sight of her companion.
Could this woman really be the legendary surgeon, MO?
She appeared quite ordinary and unremarkable. Nothing about her presence hinted at the brilliance she wielded in the operating room as the same surgical expert renowned for performing miracles with a scalpel in hand.
“Welcome…”
Though a bit confused, Mateo didn’t forget his manners and stood up to greet the guest.
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
But Harlan beat him to it, approaching the doctor with an exuberant smile. “Glad you could make it, Dr. Newman. We’re counting on you for my father’s surgery.”
“Hold on,” Mateo interjected, his voice frosting over. “What did you say her name was again?”
“Is there a problem?” Harlan turned back to him with a guiltless smile.
“She’s Dr. Newman, the surgeon I invited to operate on Father.”
“What?” Balling his hands into fists, Mateo glowered at Harlan. “You went behind everyone’s back to find another doctor?”
Harlan’s smile faded, and his expression became serious. “Yes, I did. You said both local and international doctors have given up on Father, yet Dr. Newman is here. She agreed to perform the surgery on Father.”
“No, that’s impossible! Only MO could perform the surgery Father needed!”
“Pardon my intrusion, Mr. Welch. I recognize that MO has a notable reputation, and many regard her as a reputable figure in the medical field. But the expertise required for your father’s surgery isn’t exclusive to her. I can perform the procedure with just as much confidence and skill,” Tess said, stepping forward with confidence.
“You?”
“Yes.” Tess smiled calmly. “I’m a resident doctor at Auburn Hospital. MO performed a similar surgery at our hospital before, and I’ve spent hundreds of hours reviewing her procedure. I can assure you that I’m as competent to handle the same operation.”
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