Anthea was isolated, but Amelie felt very happy, thinking that Anthea, with an exaggerated opinion of her abilities, finally got what she deserved.
Amelie handed the handkerchief to the old lady and said, "My dear godmother, I think the military doctors are right!"
The lady looked at these well-experienced military doctors and then at the young Anthea. In a short time, she made the decision. "No, I don't agree with her! I cannot risk my husband's life!"
Anthea fell into silence.
Her knuckles whitened as she clenched her fingers.
In the eyes of this storm, Anthea felt that in her humble position, her word did not carry much weight.
As a doctor, her mission was to cure patients and save people. Very occasionally, there would be someone question her medical skills, which was no big deal. But now, in the face of distrust and criticism from all the others, she still felt very sad.
Seeing that the old lady made her choice, a military doctor said, "Little girl, go back to your private hospital! We don't need you here anymore!"
"Young people these days are too impetuous and irresponsible!"
"I think it's time for the medical community to reestablish rules and regulations. Thus, only doctors with real abilities can be the director of a department!"
Everyone thought she made the treatment decision with indecent haste, regardless of the old chief's safety, so their words were somewhat harsh and mean.
Anthea pursed her lips and said nothing.
However, a chill still struck to her heart.
"Creak-"
At this time, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.
Adam, who had entered the ward without anyone noticing, stepped out with his military boots and closed the ward door behind him.
He stood there, tall and robust, and said in a deep voice, "The old chief has agreed to have the operation."
Everyone was stunned.
Obviously, during their animate debate, Adam went into the ward and persuaded the old chief.
Anthea looked at him blankly.
Her eyes met his dep-set eyes. He was looking at her with certainty and belief.
When no one believed her, he had so much confidence in her! Her cold heart suddenly felt a surge of warmth.
Adam, like a burning brazier in the winter, drove away all the coldness from her.
Anthea, deeply touched, felt like crying.
The old lady widened her eyes in shock. Amelie, who was supporting her, gritted her teeth in hatred.
Especially when she saw them looking at each other silently, she was overcome by a sudden surge of jealousy.
Although his wife went into the ward to persuade him, the old chief still insisted on having the surgical operation.
Since the patient himself agreed, the other's opinion did no longer matter.
The military doctors all sighed and shook their heads, feeling worried about the operation.
"Miss Lee, I suggest you give up on this operation!" Amelie, while supporting the old lady, stepped forward and spoke up, "My godfather is old. So experienced military doctors in the hospital suggest that we give him a conservative treatment, but only you insist on carrying out the surgical treatment!"
"Miss Celestin, I'm a doctor!" Anthea reminded her.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at Anthea and said contemptuously. "This isn't an ordinary hospital. The person lying in the ward is not an ordinary patient either. He's an old chief who has made countless contributions to the country all his life!"
"Miss Lee, I know you are a doctor, but I can't believe in your ability!
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