No matter how the doctors from the provincial hospital tried to persuade her to start the resuscitation first, she insisted on completing the surgery.
At that mont, Mr. Wilmar’s cardiac respirator flatlined into a straight line.
Until she was expelled.
Nathalie Quinlan went in.
Only then did Mr. Wilmar’s electrocardiogram rise from a straight line again.
That is how Mr. Wilmar experienced a mont of lucidity before death and could see the Wilmar family one last ti.
The entire surveillance footage was very clear, capturing every action and expression of Adelle Wafford during the surgery distinctly.
The footage also clearly showed her ignoring the provincial hospital doctors and following the instructions of overseas experts throughout!
The video ended.
The room grew so silent that one could hear the sound of breathing.
Adelle Wafford began to tremble all over, her face turning as white as a sheet. Seeing all the eyes shift toward her, she shivered and gritted her teeth, "I... I was following the surgical protocols."
She hadn’t finished speaking.
Nathalie Quinlan dryly interrupted her, "The first rule of surgical standards is that if the patient is conscious, they must be inford of a major operation and personally sign the consent. If the patient is unconscious, then consent must be signed by the family mbers."
She raised her eyelids, her eyes dark and bright, as she delivered a sentence that sent Adelle Wafford into the abyss, "Professor Wafford, did Mr. Wilmar himself sign before you proceeded with the surgery?"
"..." Adelle Wafford opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, trying to argue and deny, but the surveillance video was right there.
Everyone just saw it clearly—Mr. Wilmar did not sign at any point, nor did she show him the surgery consent form.
Mr. Wilmar ca to the hospital seemingly just to get an injection.
Then he was anesthetized and taken into the operating room.
That is to say, the surgery was perford without Mr. Wilmar’s knowledge!
This is no small matter.
Adelle Wafford couldn’t speak a word, her mind filled with only one thought—it’s over!
Regardless of her status as a leading expert in the country, with this video, she was effectively nailed to the sha pole, and her future as a doctor was uncertain.
Raymond Wilmar’s face was equally pale, realizing that Nathalie Quinlan’s words implicated Adelle in performing surgery without dical ethics and ignoring the patient’s will.
It also implicated her for conducting the surgery behind Mr. Wilmar’s back.
"This video..." Her eyes looked at the girl with shock, hatred, fear... a mix of emotions, as if looking at an outlier.
Demon!
Nathalie Quinlan was a demon!
She had clearly instructed Myles Sullivan to have the surveillance deleted and even formatted to prevent data recovery.
But here was Nathalie Quinlan, retrieving the erased surveillance again.
Raymond Wilmar could hardly breathe.
Amadeus Yancey leisurely leaned against a chair and glanced at Raymond, who was still struggling in vain, "Aunt Wilmar, you’re not going to claim that this video is fake, are you?"
Raymond: "..."
The thought had indeed crossed her mind.
"Ha." Amadeus Yancey chuckled lightly, as if striking Raymond’s heart, "If a video of this caliber is considered fake, the person saying it is highly likely a primary school graduate."
Amadeus Yancey was just a junior, yet here he was, giving no face to Raymond in front of the Wilmar family’s extended relatives, making her face burn!
"The following matter is a family affair; it’s inappropriate for us to interfere." Amadeus Yancey’s tone was calm, unhurried.
Raymond’s burning face finally cooled down.
The next second, her face, having just cooled, turned green again.
Amadeus Yancey lazily remarked, "You falsely accused others without evidence, but now that the data has been recovered, shouldn’t you be apologizing?"
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