She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 89 - : The Impossible Surgery

Chapter 89 -89: The Impossible Surgery

Director Woods’ sharp eyes glanced at Joy Ward and then paused on Hope Williams.

Hope’s expression remained calm, without any emotion.

“Doctor Ward, the surgery has already been decided to be handed over to Doctor Williams.”

Joy clenched her teeth, her face quickly regained its composure, and she smiled slowly, “Maybe Director Woods should take a look at my surgical plan first. My mentor has also seen it and made some modifications. He said there were no problems.”

Director Woods’ eyebrows raised slightly, “Elder Murphy thinks there’s no problem with it?”

“Yes.” Joy responded with a confident smile.

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Director Woods began to browse through the plan, his eyebrows involuntarily raising, and then he looked toward Hope.

Joy gently addressed Hope, “Doctor Williams, you’ve just been discharged from the hospital and should rest more. Let me take care of this surgery for Director Woods. Besides, I’ve already laid out the surgical plan, and it’s safer in my hands, isn’t it?”

Hope smiled faintly and glanced over Joy’s surgical plan before asking with a light raise of his eyebrows, “Where does your confidence come from?”

“Are you suggesting there’s something wrong with my surgical plan, Doctor Williams?”

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“Isn’t that obvious?”

Joy bit her lip in frustration, “Doctor Williams, you haven’t even seen the patient. How can you be sure that there’s a problem with my plan?”

Hope raised the patient’s medical records he was holding, “The tumor has reached an advanced stage, with adhesion in the major blood vessels of the heart, making the surgical excision difficult, and the quality of life post-surgery is very low.”

“But the current condition of the patient means that removal is the fastest way to save his life.”

“That’s on the basis of the tumor being in the early to middle stages, your plan is not suitable for critically ill, elderly patients,” Hope said expressionlessly.

Joy disagreed vehemently, “I don’t agree with you. The patient’s life is already in danger…”

Hope sighed softly, refusing to argue further, “Let’s have a consultation meeting.”

“When?”

“Now.”

Joy sneered. A consultation meeting—she didn’t even have her surgical plan ready for discussion. It was clearly a self-inflicted embarrassment, and Joy was naturally pleased with that.

“Perfect, my mentor is also very interested in this surgery. Let’s have him judge it,” Joy declared with a triumphant smile.

Hope had no objections.

In the conference room, several cardiologists who saw Elder Murphy flocked to him for advice. Joy stood by Elder Murphy’s side, holding his arm, laughing and talking, basking in the reflected glory.

Hearing about Hope Williams and Joy Ward locking horns over the same surgery, many doctors couldn’t help but take a peek inside the conference room door.

At the head of the U-shaped conference table, Joy stood in front of the screen, confidently presenting her plan for the surgery and the treatment process for the patient.

“That’s my surgical plan, and I believe it guarantees the patient’s life to the greatest extent.”

After Joy finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement, while Joy looked at Hope with full-on provocation.

Hope rested his hands on the table, appearing calm and detached, with his eyes cast downward as if deep in thought.

Now it was Hope’s turn, and everyone’s curious gazes turned towards him.

Joy Ward tilted her chin up high, confident that Hope Williams, having not attended yesterday’s consultation discussion and never having even seen the patient, couldn’t possibly have a surgical plan ready based just on a quick review of the medical records.

And so, her sense of superiority grew, believing that no matter what, Hope could not outdo her.

Under everyone’s gaze, Hope Williams slowly stood up. She walked unhurriedly to the front, where the large screen was located.

Joy Ward sneered, “Doctor Williams said she didn’t agree with my surgical plan, so surely, Doctor Williams must have a better one, right? Let’s hear it.”

Joy deliberately made this comment, making everyone turn their attention to Hope. Her intention was to make Hope lose face.

Hope Williams merely glanced at her and then, with a cold and detached voice, began to explain her surgical plan and insights. She was even able to fluently answer sharp questions posed by Elder Murphy and other doctors.

When Hope finished, the room fell silent.

“I heard you just finished reading the patient’s medical records. When did you come up with this plan?” Elder Murphy asked.

Hope Williams slightly raised her eyebrows, “Just now.”

Elder Murphy, listening, found himself nodding along involuntarily, a rare look of admiration in his shrewd eyes.

Joy Ward looked on in panic, her hands tightly clenched, barely managing to muster a smile and said, “Doctor Williams, your plan may be safe for the patient in their current condition, but so far, only Cynthia has a record of completing this technique. You…?”

Hope Williams turned the pen in her hand at a deliberate pace, her brow furrowed in seriousness, “If I propose it, I can complete it. This is a plan to safeguard the patient. If we go with your surgical plan, there’s a high risk of complications during the procedure, and even if the surgery is successful, the patient will be left with significant life risks.”

“I stand by my surgical plan,” Hope Williams stated firmly, earning nods of agreement from several doctors.

Joy Ward ground her molars and scoffed, “Doctor Williams, I don’t doubt your abilities, but so far only Cynthia, known as the Saintly Healer, has completed this technique. Are you truly confident?”

“Yes, only Cynthia has records of this technique, Doctor Williams. We don’t believe you can do it, and if you can’t, the risks are too great,” several doctors echoed with nods.

“I have full confidence in Doctor Williams’ surgical plan. Doctor Ward’s plan cannot ensure the patient’s quality of life afterward, and there’s a high likelihood of recurrence,” Aurora Wood stated her absolute trust in Hope Williams.

“No doctor can guarantee no recurrence after surgery. Are you, Doctor Wood, suggesting you can guarantee that your patients will absolutely not experience recurrence?” Joy Ward retorted with a snort, countering Aurora Wood’s words, “The patient is currently in critical condition; shouldn’t saving their life be what matters most?”

Hope Williams, “Preserving life is indeed important, but the method must be considered.”

Joy Ward, “Your method may be good, Doctor Williams, but if you don’t have the skills, you can’t complete it, can you?”

Hope Williams, “You’re not me. How would you know I can’t complete it?”

“Regardless of whether you can complete it, I’m sorry to say, Doctor Williams, I’ve already reached a consensus with the patient’s family to use my surgical plan,” Joy Ward said through gritted teeth, forced to reveal the trump card she had prepared in advance.

Hope Williams had been in the hospital just yesterday, and at that thought, Joy Ward smiled triumphantly.

Hope was unfazed, calmly lifting an eyebrow, “Fine, we shall see at this afternoon’s public surgery.”

Everyone was aware that this was a critical moment in the contest for the position of chief of cardiothoracic surgery. If Joy Ward managed to successfully complete this significant surgery, there would be no chance left for Hope Williams.

This was exactly what Joy Ward had realized, and even without much confidence, she was determined to risk everything to secure the surgery.

Hope Williams was very calm; she said nothing more and gathered her things, ready to leave the conference room. She wasn’t concerned with competing with Joy Ward for the surgery but was worried about the patient. Hope had intended to visit the ward to check on the patient’s condition when a typically stern voice called out from behind.

“Wait.”

Elder Murphy stopped Hope Williams, who turned around to see him approaching.

“Do you need something else?”