Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 13

Serena held Olivia's head against the wall in a humiliating position.

Olivia's cheek scraped against the surface, her face contorted from the pressure.

Serena leaned in close to Olivia's ear, her voice soft but chilling. "Say one more word, and I'll make sure you never hold a scalpel again for the rest of your life."

Her fingers tightened, pulling at Olivia's scalp. She smirked. "Understand?"

Overwhelming fear washed over Olivia. She whimpered in pain and terror, muttering muffled curses.

The surrounding doctors were stunned, completely shocked that this beautiful young woman would dare to attack one of their own in the hospital.

By the time they reacted and moved to intervene...

"Serena, stop!"

Suddenly, an angry voice cut in.

A man in a spotless white coat strode toward them.

He was tall and well-built, with a handsome, elegant face and gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his dark eyes blazed with anger.

He was Derek Wynn, the youngest genius surgical chief at Starlight Royal Medical Center and the second son of the Wynn family.

"Serena, are you insane? This is a hospital, not a place for you to cause trouble!" Derek's voice was frigid, his face grim as he watched his normally composed assistant pinned against the wall by Serena, disheveled and weeping.

He frowned deeply and reached out to pull Olivia away from Serena.

Serena lifted her gaze, glancing at him sideways.

Her eyes were cold and emotionless.

The look made Derek's hand freeze in midair, his pupils contracting. The girl before him was nothing like the one he remembered—the one who was always so careful and eager to please, almost timid and subservient around him.

She looked at him now as if he were a complete stranger.

Was this really the same Serena who used to timidly call him her brother?

*Thud!*

Another dull sound echoed. Ignoring Derek completely, Serena grabbed Olivia's hair and slammed her head against the wall one more time.

Then, she let go.

Olivia went limp, sliding down the wall like a rag doll and curling into a ball on the floor, whimpering in pain, "Mr. Wynn... Mr. Wynn..."

"Second, the patient nearly died from acute anaphylaxis because you ordered a forced injection of Norman Forte without knowing her full condition. So what right do you have to question me now?"

"Third," she paused, the upward tilt of her eyes carrying a cool, mocking edge, "this surgery... you can't do it."

Her contemptuous tone and sarcastic words left Derek feeling both humiliated and enraged.

"The bleeding is located at a difficult angle, and the CT scan shows severe edema and adhesions in the surrounding tissue," the girl said in a casual voice, rattling off a string of professional terms and data as if the CT images were right in front of her.

Finally, she pinpointed the core problem. "A conventional laparotomy is too risky. The intraoperative mortality rate is extremely high, and even if she's lucky enough to survive, she'll be left with a lifelong immunodeficiency."

"So..."

Serena's cool gaze watched as the color drained from Derek's face. "I'm the only one who can do this surgery."

"Using a traditional surgical method. No incision, no splenectomy. I will save her life, and I will save her spleen."

Derek's eyes widened slightly. He couldn't believe that this useless girl he remembered could actually spout so many professional terms and make it sound so convincing.

"Traditional medicine?" His face showed his displeasure at having his expertise questioned. "Serena, I know you like to compete with Hailey over everything, but can you stop causing trouble at a critical time like this? Do you have any idea that if the hospital director finds out what you're doing, he could have you arrested?"

Just then, a commanding yet breathless voice interjected. "Arrested? Arrested for what?"