Claire Woodward walked briskly, donned the sterile gown, and entered the ergency room through the special passage.
Charles Chapman was sweating profusely. When he saw Claire Woodward, his expression improved, and he began to talk to her about the patient’s condition.
The more Claire Woodward listened, the more her brow furrowed.
Not even three percent; under these circumstances, the success rate of the surgery is less than three percent.
Charles Chapman put Claire Woodward before the patient’s life and death. Seeing her expression, he knew what she was thinking and said, "The success rate of the surgery is too low. I’d rather call in a junior doctor to practice."
Claire Woodward remained silent for two seconds. As a doctor, she had seen too many separations between life and death, and an old woman’s life didn’t stir any ripples in her heart.
Claire Woodward nodded slightly after two seconds of silence and said, "That’s the only option, let’s go out and communicate with the family."
Upon hearing this, Charles Chapman promptly nodded and said, "Okay, I’ll go with you. The lawyer is already prepared and should be in my office now."
"Alright, then you call the lawyer over. I’ll find soone to perform the surgery for us. We’ll et at the ergency room entrance."
They acted separately, but both walked through the internal passage, avoiding eting the family mbers of the patient outside.
It didn’t take long for Charles Chapman to bring the lawyer to the ergency room entrance,
anwhile, Claire Woodward also walked out of the ergency room.
She had arranged for a surgeon for the old lady, one with very little surgical experience, having only been the lead surgeon once. To such a novice, the failure rate wasn’t important; gaining clinical experience was more valuable.
So when she approached the surgeon, they gladly agreed, and the na on the surgery record book was changed to this doctor’s na.
This ant that regardless of the surgery’s success, it had nothing to do with her or Charles Chapman.
They still maintained a record of zero failed surgeries.
Henry Stanton rushed forward as soon as he saw Claire Woodward, asking, "Doctor Woodward, how is my mother?"
Claire Woodward removed her mask, revealing her beautiful eyes, and regretfully shook her head, saying, "The patient’s condition is very dangerous, and the heart pacemaker robot hasn’t arrived yet. The success rate is below three percent. You may want to prepare the patient’s affairs in advance."
Henry Stanton’s head buzzed loudly, all his thoughts exploding into emptiness.
The old lady was still gone...
Even after he drove Sumr Monroe, that bad luck charm, away, she was still gone.
What would happen to the hotown’s mining industry in the future?
Would he have to abandon Crestfall’s Stanton Group and return to his hotown?
Henry Stanton mulled over it repeatedly, finally deciding: he would sell all his shares in Stanton Group and return to the mining business in his hotown.
It’s known that Stanton Group loses a lot every year, and with his abilities, it’s difficult to revive Stanton Group.
Continuing to support Stanton Group’s financial operations relies solely on his hotown’s mining assets.
Since the old lady is gone and no one is in charge over there, why shouldn’t he sell here and return ho?
In Crestfall, he’s not even regarded as a tail feather but back ho, he’d be the leader, and no one would dare challenge his decisions.
As Henry Stanton carefully calculated, he suddenly recalled what Claire Woodward said yesterday.
The heart pacemaker robot!
He would use his mother’s death for one last profit before returning!
The old lady couldn’t just die cheaply like this.
"Where is that person?!" Henry Stanton’s eyes blazed as he looked at Claire Woodward and Charles Chapman, demanding, "Didn’t you say soone promised that the machine would arrive today? If it weren’t for ’his’ promise, my mother’s surgery would have had a higher success rate. I want accountability! Get that person here imdiately!"
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