Regret 145 Before Dean Chase could answer, Tricia shot Charlotte a withering look. "Deputy Commissioner Rivers is absolutely right, Dean. Mrs. Rivers has a meningioma. Even highly experienced neurosurgeons wouldn't dare say they could handle this operation with confidence. Dr. Sterling has only been practicing for three years. No matter how talented she is, can she really compare to Dr. Sinclair, who's had a scalpel in his hand for a decade?" Winston's face darkened instantly as he turned to Dean Chase. "If the hospitals back in Riverspire City were up for this surgery, I wouldn't have made the trip to the Capital. I trust the hospitals here-they're the best. But you're recommending a young woman barely out of residency, instead of your most seasoned surgeons? Are you askingto gamble my wife's life on this?" "Deputy Commissioner Rivers, you've misunderstood. She may be young, but she-" "No need to explain any further. I absolutely will not let my wife take this risk. If your hospital can't do the surgery, I'll take her somewhere else." Winston's resolve was unmistakable, and the murmurs of doubt from the others in the room grew louder. Tricia's lips curled into a cold, satisfied smile.
Charlotte's rapid rise to department head after only three years at the hospital had always been a source of controversy. The more Dean Chase stood up for her, the more colleagues questioned his judgment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Winston made to leave with his entourage, and even Dean Chase seemed unable to stop him, Charlotte finally spoke. "May I take a look at your wife's MRV scans?" Winston glanced at her, silent for a moment, then gestured for his assistant to hand over the images.
Charlotte took them and studied the scans: the tumor was nestled in the motor cortex, with crucial blood vessels both in front and behind. There was barely two centimeters of safe operating space between the vessels and the tumor.
It really was a risky procedure-even more challenging than any of her previous craniotomies.
Tricia eyed her levelly. "Dr. Sterling, are you really insisting on taking this surgery? If you're just trying to show off, you'd better make sure you have the skills to back it up. If you fail, can you bear the consequences?" "I can do it," Charlotte replied, her gaze fixed on the scan. In her mind, she was 1/2 13:06 Chapter already reconstructing a three-dimensional model of the tumor-a skill honed by years of hands-on training and meticulous study of brain anatomy.
Tricia's mouth twisted into a forced smile. "Dr. Sterling, you must be joking..." "Young lady," Winston interjected, "you need to stand by your words. What makes you think you're up to this operation?" He studied her. Calm, collected young doctors were rare, but Winston had seen his share of reckless overconfidence.
Tricia nearly laughed aloud at the thought of Charlotte antagonizing Deputy Commissioner Rivers. The memory of Evander praising om Charlotte in front of her was still a bitter pill. Tricia, after all, had studied medicine abroad and earned her degree. She may not have been a lead surgeon herself, but she knew enough about neurosurgery to trust her judgment. She simply didn't believe that a Royalis Medical University graduate like Charlotte could have achieved so much so quickly-maybe she was more skilled with a scalpel, but that was it.
"Yes, I've only been at this hospital for three years," Charlotte answered, "but my surgical experience goes back much longer. This procedure might be daunting for others, but I've handled even tougher cases. For me, this isn't uncharted territory."
She handed the scans back to the assistant. “In most brain tumor surgeries, surgeons use retraction plates to hold back brain tissue for a better view of the But that tumor.
technique can reduce blood flow and risk damaging the brain. If we operate through the natural gap-there's only a two-centimeter window-it's far more challenging, but it's also the best way to preserve brain function. Still, not every hospital is willing to take that risk." 2/2