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Chapter 136
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Chapter 136 Chapter 136: In that moment, she radiated an unshakable confidence, her composure sending ripples of awe through the room.

Without lingering on their astonishment, she turned back to the task, issuing a steady command to the nurse. "Get ready for the heart transplant. I'll finish this in five minutes." Five minutes? Khloe had to be joking.

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The crowd buzzed with disbelief, a sharp contrast to the awe that had filled the air just moments earlier when her deft hands had worked magic with the silver needles.

Now, as her audacious words hung in the air, murmurs spread like a storm.

"Five minutes for a heart transplant? Who does she think she is? The goddess of miracles?" "That needle trick was one thing, but a transplant? In five minutes? She might as well claim she can raise the dead!" Orion, who had been holding his breath ever since Khloe's acupuncture needlework had stunned the crowd, suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over him.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Turning to the murmuring crowd, he spread his hands theatrically. "See? What did I tell you? She's just a girl trying to play doctor. That needle act? Pure luck. Now we're seeing the real Khloe-overconfident and utterly clueless." In the operating room, Casey had already yanked off her gloves with a sharp snap, her contempt clear in every exaggerated movement. She crossed her arms, her voice laced with mockery as she fired her barb.

"Khloe, are you seriously this delusional? A heart transplant isn't sparlor trick. Boasting you can do it in five minutes? Please! The only thing you'll achieve is proving you're in over your head. If you succeed, maybe the dead will start walking the earth." A nurse, busy prepping equipment, hesitated. She cast a worried glance at Khloe. “Khloe, perhaps you should reconsider. A five-minute heart transplant is just not feasible. Maybe Dr. Singh could step in to assist?" Casey jutted out her chin, oozing with arrogance. "You know, Khloe, if you beg me, for the sake of Mr. Sampson, I might consider_" But before Casey could finish speaking, Khloe cut her off with a voice as sharp as a scalpel. "Incompetent, error- prone trash has no place working alongside me." Get the latest galHer words were ice-cold, but her expression remained unbothered as she turned back to her task, carefully opening the incubator containing the heart.

"We're ready to commence. Let's begin the heart transplant." Casey's face flushed crimson with rage. Fury bubbled up inside her, threatening to boil over, but she swallowed it down.

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The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her; there was no room for confrontation now. If anything went awry, Khloe would undoubtedly shift the blonto her, and she couldn't afford that.

Casey glared daggers at Khloe, her resentment simmering beneath the surface. Inwardly, she cursed, "Please, let her fail. Just once, let her fail!" Khloe reached into the incubator. The heart within gleamed with life, its vibrant color a testament to the urgency of its purpose. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing with laser focus.

Every movement she made was deliberate, her hands steady as they hovered over the patient's chest. Her chest Her fingers were like finely tuned m finaltuned o instruments, gently probing each vessel to assess its condition. With meticulous care, she began isolating the blood vessels and tissues around the old heart, her hands moving with a precision that was almost hypnotic.

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Khloe extended her hand, steady as stone, and took hold of the new heart. It was cradled with care as if it were the most fragile, precious gem in existence. She lowered it into the open chest cavity, the fit requiring absolute precision. This wasn't just surgery-it was artistry. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1