Chapter 789 Who’s Interesting?
Just then, the anesthetic took effect, and Zhane snapped back into focus. With steady hands, he and his assistant began the operation, swiftly identifying the most critical injuries—those that posed the greatest risk to Leo’s life. As the blood transfusion began, they prepared to tackle the most severe wounds first, knowing that time was of the essence.
Hera stood outside the operating room, her heart hanging by a thread. The tension in her chest was unbearable, each passing second stretching endlessly.
Cindy stepped closer and leaned in, whispering gently into her ear, "Young Miss, Gerald obtained some crucial information from the prisoners. Would you like to review the files he sent?"
Hera shook her head. Right now, her mind couldn’t process anything else. No matter how important the intel was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate—not when Leo’s life was hanging in the balance.
Even if she tried to read, her thoughts would keep drifting back to him. It was pointless. First, she needed to calm herself... only then could she think clearly.
What kept Hera from breaking down completely was the fact that Zhane was the one operating on Leo. After all, Zhane wasn’t just anyone—he was one of the male leads, carrying a male lead’s halo and renowned as a genius doctor.
With him in the operating room, she clung to the hope that Leo would pull through, that Zhane might work a miracle.
But even with that hope, her mind refused to settle. It kept replaying the moment she saw Leo being carried by her medic team—pale, bloodied, and unconscious.
Thankfully, when they landed on the hospital’s helipad, a team of doctors and nurses was already waiting with four stretchers and IV hooks at the ready.
The moment Leo and the others were off the chopper, they were immediately hooked up to IV drips while Hera’s medics quickly reported each patient’s condition. The steady, clinical exchanges helped the hospital staff make faster decisions and begin forming a treatment plan even before reaching the operating floor.
The voices filled the elevator until its doors opened to the bright, sterile hallway that led to the prepared OR.