"Alright, I really don’t know what to do with you. If you fail, don’t come crying to me." Ji Yunya smiled faintly and said, "I won’t." "Before the surgery, you need to help me contact the family member and agree to one condition. I will perform the surgery for free." After the initial shock, Mary felt helpless. The profession of a doctor was supposed to be sacred and holy, but in the hands of this genius doctor, it had been tainted with calculation. It was hard to say whether to feel helpless or regretful. Ever since the news broke that Dr. Nyx had returned and taken on a surgery that no other doctor in America dared to handle, the entire medical field was once again thrown into an uproar. Opinions were mixed. Some believed Dr. Nyx was overly confident and didn’t know her limits after becoming famous. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. There were many people jealous of her, gloating over her potential failure. Others considered Dr. Nyx an innovator in medicine, and her fearless spirit was something everyone should learn from and admire. If there were more doctors like her, there wouldn’t be so many patients dying in despair. When Freck heard the news, he was so angry that he smashed his computer. This patient was someone he had refused to admit, and he was an expert in this field. Yet, Dr. Nyx took on the case right after, blatantly slapping him in the face. Deliberately slapping him in the face. After calming down, he smirked coldly. "I’ll wait and watch you suffer the consequences." Overestimating yourself, hmph... "Alright, I agree to your condition. As long as you can save my wife, I’ll do whatever you ask with no complaints." The man’s deep affection moved Yun Ya. A man of such status willing to humble himself for a woman — even if that woman died, she would have no regrets in this life. Before the surgery, Yun Ya sent a message to Yan Song on WeChat, even though he couldn’t see it. [Brother Yan, it’s the twentieth day since you left, and I miss you so much, really miss you. I encountered many challenges before, but back then, I faced them alone, biting my teeth and soldiering through. Because I met you, I learned to show vulnerability. But this time, with you not by my side, I must be stronger for our future and my unwavering beliefs. Brother Yan, I’m always waiting for you.] Seeing the gloomy weather, she closed the WeChat page and called Miaomiao. The call connected after a few rings, and it was Ying Feng who answered. Miaomiao was asleep; she would call back when Miaomiao woke up. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel·fire·net She reminded Ying Feng to ensure Miaomiao’s safety and to place the phone next to Miaomiao. Listening to the breathing sounds from the phone, she smiled and closed her eyes. "Boss, it’s time. You need to go in." Jack’s voice came from behind. "Got it." Yun Ya ended the call. Turning around, she saw Jack in a light blue surgical gown, only his eyes showing through the mask, lacking his usual frivolous demeanor and appearing more composed and steady. After a few steps, her heart inexplicably sped up, and she paused slightly, her brows furrowed. Jack immediately walked over anxiously, "Boss, are you alright? Why did you suddenly turn so pale?" Yun Ya waved her hand, "I’m fine, let’s go." A sense of unease weighed on her mind, like the dark clouds outside the window, pressing heavily on her heart. Shaking off the thoughts, she concentrated entirely on the tense surgery. Capital City, Ye Family. With a "slap," a woman cried out in surprise and toppled to the ground. The slap was relentless, throwing off her original plan entirely. Instead of landing gracefully, she fell in an embarrassing heap. Half of her face swelled up high. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two figures walking into the living room. She began to sob pitifully, looking fragile and pitiful. "Young Lady, it’s all my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going and accidentally bumped into you. It’s my fault. Please, forgive me." Ning Zijin lifted her chin and clicked her tongue lightly, shaking her aching hand. "At least you have some self-awareness." Coldness flashed in the woman’s eyes as she bit her lip. "Ning Zijin, what are you doing?" Lady Ye quickly walked over and helped Ye Yuwei up. Seeing the large handprint on Ye Yuwei’s fair face, she was both heartbroken and furious. Ye Yuwei bit her lip and cried aggrievedly, "Madam, it’s all my fault. Please, persuade the Young Lady not to be angry with me, okay? It’s my fault, it’s all my fault." Lady Ye patted her shoulder gently and reassured her softly, "It’s not your fault." Then, she glared coldly at the woman standing opposite, "Ning Zijin, you’re going too far."