These proud doctors were convinced.
Everyone was convinced.
Director Frank couldn't help but whisper to Dr. Charles, "Dr. Charles, I'm really convinced now."
Dr. Charles glared at him, "You're convinced until now? Do you think I'm lying to you?"
Director Frank pursed his lips, "The difference between a genius and an ordinary person is really quite big."
Nikita was indeed a genius.
They were just a bunch of mediocre.
The operation took three hours.
After the last stitch was done, Nikita let out a long breath.
She came out of the operating room.
She took off her mask and the hat she wore during the operation. Her fair face was covered with sweat. The hair on her forehead was also soaked with sweat.
Three hours of surgery. She needed to be highly concentrated for those three hours. It was physically exhausting.
Homer, who was waiting outside, came up and handed her a tissue, "How is Malcolm doing?"
Nikita took it and wiped the sweat from her face. Then she replied, with a slightly hoarse voice, "The surgery was successful. He'll just have to take care and wait for his recovery."
Looking at her sweaty face, Homer said with a grateful look, "Nikita, thank you. You saved him again."
"It's nothing." Nikita wiped her sweat. The tissue was soaked with her sweat. She threw it into the trash can aside and said lightly, "Malcolm's health won't be a problem for a while. I'll leave now. Call me if you need anything."
Homer, knowing her character, nodded and said, "I'll see you off then."
"No need. You stay with Malcolm. I'll take a taxi back myself." Nikita took off her surgical gown and threw it in the trash can with her mask and hat. When she was done, she turned and headed for the elevator around the corner in the hallway.
Her pace was fast.
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