At this moment, Wei Qing came over with a phone in hand, "It’s a call from Vice President Pei." Wei Qing held the phone to Yun Ya’s ear, "Hello?" "Just do your best," four deep-toned words came through from the receiver. The corners of Yun Ya’s mouth lifted slightly beneath her mask, "The word ’failure’ has never existed in my dictionary." The others looked at her with admiration. If it had been anyone else, they would have been mocked for arrogance, but this was Dr. Nyx, and her words instinctively inspired belief. The surgery was underway, tense and focused. Everyone in the hospital was anticipating the outcome, and the media camped out in front of the operating room, eager to get their hands on first-hand information. In the cafeteria, Gao Kee couldn’t even focus on eating. "I really regret choosing obstetrics. Ahhh, if only I’d gone into general surgery, then I might have had a chance for a close encounter with my idol." Zhao Ying picked at her food and glanced sidelong at him, "Alright, enough. Who knows what the outcome will be? Maybe it will be a failure? After all, the success rate for this kind of surgery is only 5%." She truly hadn’t expected that the hospital would actually manage to recruit Dr. Nyx. Gao Kee was like a cat that had its tail stepped on, "You’re just jealous. My idol will absolutely not fail. Just you wait and see." Zhao Ying’s face stiffened, "Why would I be jealous of her?" Huo Xiaoxiao played peacemaker, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Let’s just wait for the results of the surgery." Gao Kee threw down his chopsticks, picked up his plate, and left. Deep down, he resented Zhao Ying for daring to slander his idol—he was sure that Sister Zhao was just jealous. "Can you believe his behavior? And I’ve been so good to him usually. Is this how he repays me?" Zhao Ying was furious. Huo Xiaoxiao comforted her, "Sister Zhao, you know how Gao Kee is. He’s just throwing a child’s temper tantrum. He’ll be back to cozying up to you in no time." Zhao Ying said disdainfully, "I’d like to see what this Dr. Nyx is made of, whether she truly has the ability or is just riding on empty fame." Huo Xiaoxiao hung her head and said nothing. She had always thought Doctor Zhao was proud, and now it appeared she was downright arrogant, looking down on Dr. Nyx, who to these young people was nothing less than a legendary figure. Zhao was good, but compared to Dr. Nyx, there really was no contest. As time ticked by, it was not until five in the afternoon that the lights in the operating room finally went out. The reporters immediately perked up, jockeying for positions near the operating room. Soon, the doors of the operating room opened from the inside, and two nurses escorted a doctor out. All cameras immediately centered on this doctor—could this middle-aged man be Dr. Nyx? This update is available on novel·fire.net The reporters excitedly widened their eyes, like hungry wolves spotting food, practically glowing green, "Excuse me, are you Dr. Nyx?" The male doctor took off his mask, revealing a mature face, "You are all mistaken, I’m not Dr. Nyx. I was the first assistant in the surgery, the Director of General Surgery, Zhang Chengxiong." The reporters were instantly disappointed, then turned their hopeful gazes back toward the operating room, their eyes almost boring through the door. Director Zhang’s face showed a touch of embarrassment, as he had anticipated this reaction. He smiled faintly and began, "The surgery lasted seven hours, and on behalf of Dr. Nyx, I hereby announce that the surgery was a complete success. The patient has been transferred to the ICU, and after a twenty-four hour observation period, they can be moved to a regular ward." The success of the surgery seemed almost expected, so the reporters were not overly excited, instead, they inquired, "Where is Dr. Nyx? Let Dr. Nyx come out and tell us, we want to see Dr. Nyx..." Director Zhang gestured for everyone to calm down, "Dr. Nyx has been working consecutively for seven hours and is completely exhausted. She has already gone to rest. Dr. Nyx asked me to tell you all, ’Thank you for your concern.’ What? Dr. Nyx has already left? They had been waiting here for so long, just to get firsthand news from Dr. Nyx. For many years, Dr. Nyx had been extremely low-profile, to the extent that the outside world did not even know if she was male or female. This was her first major surgery in the country, signaling her return, and yet Dr. Nyx had not shown her face. A slender young nurse hurried out, pushing a cart with her head down. The reporters quickly made way, and as the nurse pushed the cart away, a young reporter furrowed his brow at the nurse’s retreating figure. Back in the office, Yun Ya removed her mask and collapsed on the couch without even changing out of her scrubs, wearily massaging her temples.