She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 90 - What Is She If Not a Genius?

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 What Is She If Not a Genius?

“Your surgical plan is good, but the technique you proposed is indeed beyond the capability of most doctors; comparatively, Joy’s approach is more conservative.”

In the end, it still boils down to them thinking she’s boasting without the ability, right?

Hope Williams wasn’t annoyed and merely curved her lips slightly, “I hope Elder Murphy will keep holding his opinion.”

After saying that, Hope Williams turned around and left.

Elder Murphy’s sharp eyes narrowed, feeling even more convinced of Hope Williams’ overconfidence.

Hope Williams paid a visit to Old Lady Mrs. Knox’s ward to observe her condition before planning to return to the office. As she arrived at the office door, she saw a man in a tailored suit standing there.

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It was Thomas Hughes. The assistant to Waylon Lewis would naturally be the elite among elites, embodying an outstanding image and aura. Standing there, he was indeed eye-catching, with numerous doctors and nurses asking for his contact information, but Thomas Hughes straightforwardly refused with a stern face.

Seeing this, Hope Williams chuckled and walked over.

Thomas Hughes, seeing that Hope Williams had finally arrived, looked as if he had seen a savior; he was nearly driven insane by all sorts of questions from these women.

Hope Williams only noticed upon nearing him that underneath Thomas Hughes’ stoic appearance, his ears were actually red.

“Assistant Hughes, are you here to play the role of a Gate God, inviting romantic advances?”

Thomas Hughes bowed respectfully to Hope Williams, “Miss Williams, the Boss asked me to bring you lunch.”

Upon hearing his purpose and seeing the exquisite lunch box handed to her, Hope Williams couldn’t help her brows twitching twice, “Go back and tell him that the hospital has a cafeteria; I don’t need it.”

“The Boss said that you’ve just recovered from a serious illness and need to nourish your body. All this food was bought according to your preferences, and he has added some ingredients for nourishing blood and energy. The Boss also said that if you refuse, I will keep waiting until you are willing to eat it.”

Hope Williams felt a bit of a headache.

Seeing that Hope Williams remained silent signified her continued refusal. Thomas Hughes resumed his earlier stance, standing there diligently.

Hope Williams helplessly twisted her brows and it wasn’t good to let someone stand there indefinitely. She raised her hand, “Give it to me.”

Thomas Hughes immediately handed over the items to her, “Miss Williams, please enjoy your meal.”

Hope Williams took it and said indifferently, “Tell him there’s no need to send it next time.”

“Understood, I will convey Miss Williams’ message to the Boss, but I must remind you, it will likely not be very effective.”

Reminding her indeed, Hope Williams touched her forehead, truly grateful to him.

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The surgery scheduled for two o’clock in the afternoon commenced as planned; it was a procedure that attracted a high level of attention.

Everything was ready. The patient was put under anesthesia, and the chest was opened; the surgery began.

“What’s the situation inside?”

“The surgery has already been underway for half an hour.”

Although the surgery eventually fell to Joy Ward, Director Woods was not at ease and directly watched intently from the viewing room, not daring to slack off since the surgery also had high social attention.

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“You don’t need to be so tense. You can trust Joy’s medical skills; she will be able to complete this surgery well,” Elder Murphy stood by his side, his wise eyes watching the people inside the operating room with full confidence.

“It seems you trust your apprentice too much.”

Director Woods frowned slightly.

“You trust Hope Williams just as much.”

“I naturally trust her; her medical skills go much beyond what you all have seen,” Director Woods spoke with undeniable conviction.

“In recent days, it seems she has demonstrated some ability, but the most substantial skill is still her penchant for boasting—youthful and impetuous, easily making grand promises. But Joy is different; her mind is simple and calm, devoted to treating and saving people. Moreover, do you know about Old Master Lewis from the Lewis Family?”

“Yes, he has severe heart failure, and Joy Ward is Old Master Lewis’ personal physician.”

“Correct. Old Master Lewis was at death’s door, and it was Joy who saved him. Back then, I realized Joy used the Silver Needle Acupuncture Technique. Not many people can do this technique. She not only pulled Old Master Lewis out of danger but also helped him recover quickly, which shows her proficiency with Silver Needle Acupuncture has reached an extremely advanced level,” Elder Murphy said, his face filled with pride.

Practicing Silver Needle Acupuncture requires exceptional talent; of course, that alone isn’t enough. One also needs a calm mind and diligent practice to find the correct acupoints at lightning speed. The difficulty is indeed high, and very few people can persist.

“You and I both know Silver Needle Acupuncture requires an extremely high medical aptitude. She has reached such a level at such a young age; isn’t that the mark of a genius?” Elder Murphy glanced sidelong at Director Woods.

Director Woods’ brows furrowed slightly, somewhat disbelieving, “You’re saying Joy Ward knows how to perform Silver Needle Acupuncture?”

“Indeed. Although I haven’t witnessed it personally, I am ninety percent sure. She’s discreet about it, and since she hasn’t spoken of it, I haven’t exposed her.”

“So that’s why you hold her in such high regard.”

“Of course. And also, the prescriptions she drafts are meticulous, not a single unnecessary herb. Even I felt humbled when I saw them.”

Concerning Elder Murphy’s exceptionally high praise of Joy Ward, Director Woods was even more skeptical. Elder Murphy has always had high standards; it was rare for someone to receive such high praise from him.

Yet, based on Director Woods’ many years of knowing the doctors inside the hospital, Joy Ward was starkly different from the individual Elder Murphy described. And Silver Needle Acupuncture—does Joy Ward know it?

In Director Woods’ view, if Joy Ward truly knew Silver Needle Acupuncture, considering her showy and boastful character, it would have already been widely known.

Therefore, Director Woods did not believe this to be true; instead, he thought of another person who truly had that skill.

Seeing Elder Murphy with such complete trust, Director Woods merely smiled without saying anything.

“Beep…” The cold alarm of the machine broke the silence of the moment.

“What’s the situation?” Director Woods rose swiftly, his brows deeply knitted.

“The patient is bleeding profusely.”

“The patient’s heartbeat has stopped.”