Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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A crushing wave of humiliation hit Windsor, the so-called genius who had never once stumbled in his career.
His face turned pale as he lowered his voice in one last desperate attempt. “Mr. Hurlbutt, why do you believe Sienna can handle this surgery? No abdominal incision and no spleen removal-this is impossible.”
“For you, yes. But Sienna can.” Gavin cut him a sidelong glance, his eyes carrying a sharp warning. “Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. All you need to remember is this-if Sienna is willing to act, it means Miss Brown’s life wasn’t meant to end
here.”
Windsor’s chest tightened. He couldn’t make sense of why Gavin placed so much faith in Sienna.
His thoughts flashed back to the past four years. In the Fairbank family, Sienna had always been timid, quiet, and weak. She had never once shown the kind of strength that demanded respect.
Time ticked by. At last, the red light outside the operating room clicked off. The door opened.
Eden was about to rush forward, but Windsor, who had been glued to the door the whole time, beat him to it.
Sienna stepped out, tugging off her mask. She looked a little tired, but her face was still sharp and coldly beautiful.
“How’s the patient?” Windsor asked quickly.
Sienna’s cool eyes lifted. Her voice was calm, almost detached. “What kind of result do you want me to give you?”
Windsor froze. For a split second, it felt like she had laid bare the sliver of darkness in his heart-that sliver where he secretly hoped the surgery would fail, where Sienna would crash and burn, and he would get back his pride.
Sienna let out a dry little laugh. Her voice was hoarse, laced with mockery, before she looked away. “Life saved. Spleen saved. Follow the prescription I left, and she’ll be fully recovered in two weeks.”
Her tone was so casual, like she had just taken care of something routine and unimportant.
Windsor nearly threw himself at the hospital bed as Sophie was wheeled out.
She lay there quietly, still pale, but her breathing was steady, deep, full of life.
His eyes darted to the monitors. Every reading was normal and stable.
He pulled back the blanket and checked her abdomen. There was no ugly incision, just a few faint needle marks, so small that they were easy to miss.
Windsor’s hands shook. His eyes widened in disbelief as he flipped through the imaging scans and fresh bloodwork results.
There was no more abdominal bleeding. The adhesions were all separated. The spleen was intact, and every blood vessel was untouched.
“No way! Windsor’s throat tightened until he could barely speak. The sight in front of him left his once-proud mind utterly
blank
“How was this done? Did she really not use a scalpel?” Windsor grabbed Ella, who was pushing the bed, his voice hoarse, his
eyes bloodshot
Ella flinched This Windsor, stripped of his usual calm and polished demeanor, didn’t look like himself at all.
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Thinking back to what she had seen in the operating room, Ella grew animated, waving her hands as she spoke. “That’s right. She only used traditional medicine tools the whole time-gold needles and long needles. She was incredible. Her needlework looked like something out of a novel.
“You have no idea-those needles in her hands were sharper and more precise than scalpels. It wasn’t surgery; it was art. She was pure genius; her work deserves to be written into the hospital’s history.”
Ella’s fingers shook with excitement. “And the most important part was that special hemostatic powder she made herself.”
Every word hit Windsor like a punch in the stomach, tearing apart everything he thought he knew about medicine.
Sienna had really done it. Against all odds, she had pulled Sophie back from the brink of death without opening the abdomen or making a single incision-just with acupuncture.
Windsor couldn’t accept that traditional medicine could actually be that miraculous.
He suddenly looked up, searching for Sienna to demand answers. Instead, he saw an elderly man with reddened eyes, rushing to her with barely contained excitement. “Miss Cooper…”
Gavin bowed deeply, his face full of reverence. “Thank you for your hard work.”



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