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Chapter 137
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Chapter 137 Chapter 137: For most, this procedure would be a daunting challenge. Connecting the intricate web of blood vessels wasn't as simple as joining pieces together; this wasn't the patient's original heart, and the risk of rejection loomed over every delicate movement.

Svessels demanded seamless reconnections, while others had to be excised entirely—a task requiring both precision and decisiveness.

But Khloe moved with unbelievable speed, performing a maneuver that left everyone utterly astonished. Without hesitation, Khloe lowered the heart into the chest cavity with quiet precision.

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Orion let out a mocking laugh, his voice laced with incredulity. "She's done for! In heart transplant surgery, the anastomosis is everything-it's the linchpin for reducing the risk of rejection. What is she doing? She's destroying the heart!" The observers gathered around the surgical screen murmured their agreement, their expressions tinged with a mix of regret and disdain.

Khloe, however, remained unfazed. Ignoring the meticulous protocols that typically governed such high-stakes operations, she pressed forward with her peculiar technique.

Her hands continued kneading the heart as though coaxing life into it.

The nurse beside her gasped, unable to stifle her alarm. “Khloe! The heart is delicate—you can't treat it like bread dough! You should be stitching it up, not crushing it!” Even the anesthetist averted his eyes, muttering under his breath. But Khloe paid them no mind. Her focus was unshakable, her actions defying convention with quiet confidence.

Only she knew the purpose behind her daring method. Each movement was deliberate, designed to awaken the dormant heart through a technique that mimicked a massage. A borrowed heart in Murray's body would inevitably face rejection under normal circumstances, but she wasn't operating within the bounds of normality. She intended to create a new aortic vessel, a lifeline connecting the heart to the body's main blood supply. After a moment of kneading, Khloe spoke, her voice calm but commanding. "Open the toolbox beside the heart. There's a pair of micro-vision glasses inside. Put them onand handthe materials." Your next chapter awaits gVlnov_lsThe nurse hesitated, her apprehension evident, but the gravity of the situation left no room for debate. With a sullen expression, she followed Khloe's instructions, retrieving the glasses.

These weren't ordinary surgical tools; the micro-vision glasses were one of Khloe's own cutting-edge inventions, a testament to her ingenuity and Henrik's relentless efforts. Now was the perfect tto put them to good use. In the eyes of the bystanders, things had hit the fan. Blood pooled in the chest cavity, so much so that not even the machines could keep up with draining it.

Only Khloe, equipped with specially designed micro-vision glasses capable of real-tscanning and a unique X- ray-like view, could see the intricate details of the surgery with absolute clarity. With steady hands, she carefully placed the artificial vessel into the heart, positioning it seamlessly while leaving the connection point ready for external integration.

Next cthe most demanding stage of the procedure: vessel suturing.

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Picking up the ultra-fine suture thread, Khloe moved with the grace of a master craftsman, weaving each stitch with meticulous care. Her fingers danced deftly between the fragile vessels, each stitch snug enough to secure yet gentle enough to preserve the tissue's integrity.

As the operation progressed, she paused intermittently to monitor the heart's rhythm, her sharp eyes m scanning the readouts for even the slightest irregularity. Adjusting the tension and angle of her stitches with unerring accuracy, she worked with a rhythm of her own, in perfect harmony with the life she was safeguarding.

The operating room seemed to hold its breath, captivated bythe fluidity of her movements.

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