The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 661: Surgery

Summer Monroe thought about it. The Williams couple took her and her brother for health check-ups every year, but the check-ups were physical, not psychological.

Perhaps she might really be like Holly Holloway, with some psychological obstacles.

It seems she needs to find time to see a psychologist.

After confirming that she might have a psychological disorder, Summer Monroe’s anxiety inexplicably dissipated.

And the night gradually deepened. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The moon was bright and stars sparse, the night sky deep, yet First Ross Hospital was brightly lit like daylight.

Inside a particular emergency room.

"Quick, administer adrenaline!"

"Go to the blood bank and get plasma!"

"Platelets, the platelets are also dropping!"

"We can’t wait any longer, we must get Claire over here. You, quickly go find Doctor Woodward."

"Alright, Doctor Chapman!"

The emergency room was in a frenzy.

Old Madam Stanton suddenly went into shock half an hour ago and was rushed into the emergency room.

Henry Stanton was anxiously waiting outside, unable to sit still, pacing back and forth at the emergency room’s entrance, smoking one cigarette after another, the ground littered with cigarette butts.

Just then, the door to the emergency room opened.

A nurse hurriedly came out from inside.

Henry Stanton quickly stepped forward to inquire, "Nurse, how is my mom?"

Henry Stanton’s mouth reeked of smoke as soon as he spoke, and the nurse pinched her mask and said, "Still in resuscitation. Just a reminder, you can’t smoke here."

"Okay, okay." Henry Stanton promptly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, imploring, "You must save my mom!"

The nurse nodded, "I’m going to call the best surgical doctor we have in the hospital now. Don’t worry, we’ll do our utmost to save her."

"Thank you, thank you." Henry Stanton nodded repeatedly, not daring to delay the nurse in going to get help.

...

Claire Woodward was in the office writing a paper, about heart pacemaker robots.

She didn’t personally participate in the heart pacemaker robot surgery, but the surgical records were very detailed, enabling her to write a paper and enhance her medical standing.

Claire Woodward carefully flipped through the surgical record book, finding that the surgeon was listed as a doctor from First Central Hospital, but strangely, Charles Chapman said the heart pacemaker robot was installed by Summer Monroe.

If it was really Summer Monroe, why didn’t she put her name down?

Moreover, how could a young girl still studying perform surgery?

It must be Charles Chapman who got it wrong.

Because although the surgery wasn’t difficult, it required very high proficiency and precision. This proficiency not only comes from the surgeon’s usual expertise in surgeries but also requires deep understanding of the expensive heart pacemaker robot.

The more Claire Woodward thought about it, the more she was certain of her guess.

Just then, the door was forcefully pushed open, and a nurse with an anxious face walked in and said, "Doctor Woodward, you need to go to emergency room number one urgently. The old lady who needed the heart pacemaker robot yesterday went into shock."

"I’m heading over now." Claire Woodward closed her laptop and quickly followed the nurse towards the emergency room.

As she walked, she asked, "Has the heart pacemaker robot arrived?"

"Not yet, it would be great if it had... I think you’ll have to proceed with the surgery directly."

Claire Woodward wasn’t very willing, she had a no-failure record in surgeries, but this old lady’s surgery was extremely high-risk, and considering the current poor health indicators, the surgical success rate had dropped to three percent.

Three percent, enough to ruin her no-failure record.