The Old Master was used to leading, and once he made up his mind, no one could persuade him otherwise.

Ronan Kingston was well aware of this, feeling utterly helpless, he had no choice but to dial Isaac Ross’s number.

Inside the emergency room.

After listening to Ronan Kingston, Isaac Ross hesitated and said, "Alright, you can come in, but you must wear sterile suits to avoid affecting the surgery. He needs open-heart surgery, and there can be no bacteria."

"Got it." Ronan Kingston hung up the phone and explained the situation to the Old Master.

The Old Master had been in the military his whole life, having suffered numerous injuries, he naturally knew that surgery required sterile protocol.

He cooperated by putting on the sterile suit and walked into the emergency room with Ronan Kingston.

Both of them fell silent as soon as they saw Julian Kingston lying on the emergency bed.

Claire Woodward was preparing for the open-heart surgery, and upon realizing that a personage like Old Master Kingston had also come in, her anxiety grew even more intense.

She could distinctly feel the murderous aura emanating from Old Master Kingston, an air brought back from the battlefield with a commanding presence that could not be ignored.

"Are you the main surgeon for Julian?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The Old Master’s hawk-like eyes fixated on Claire Woodward.

Even from more than two meters away, Claire Woodward’s fingers trembled with fear.

"...Yes, it’s me." Her voice quivered.

"So young, will you manage?" The Old Master glanced at Claire Woodward and then turned to ask Isaac Ross.

Isaac Ross nodded and said, "She is our hospital’s top surgeon, with a zero surgery failure record, and I will ensure she does her utmost."

Only then did the Old Master feel slightly reassured. He coldly looked at Claire Woodward and said, "Perform the surgery carefully, because if it doesn’t go well... I’ll put a bullet through you!"

Claire Woodward immediately broke into a cold sweat.

She already had little chance of success with this operation, especially since the bullet wound was in the heart, and no one knew the situation inside or how severe the injury was before opening the chest.

With the Old Master’s words, Claire Woodward instantly decided—

She couldn’t take on this operation!

She would rather lose this promotion opportunity than take this risk.

What kind of family was the Kingston Family? They were a family of warriors.

She dared to offend anyone but not the kind who have been battle-hardened from the gun barrel.

Thinking of this, Claire Woodward firmly looked at Isaac Ross and said, "Young Master, I..."

"Isaac!"

A voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Claire Woodward.

Upon hearing the voice, Claire Woodward’s spine stiffened as she looked in astonishment towards the entrance of the emergency room.

She saw a slender girl in a sterile suit, with a mask covering her face, only revealing a pair of eyes.

But even with only her eyes visible, she could recognize who it was—

Summer Monroe.

Ronan Kingston and Isaac Ross recognized Summer Monroe immediately as well.

Isaac Ross was visibly pleased to see her, and he approached, saying, "Mentor, you’re here? I asked Ryder Quinn to contact you and Aye."

Summer Monroe nodded and said, "I asked them to modify a program in the equipment room first, and I came to assess the situation."

"What program?"

"A heart pacemaker," Summer Monroe spoke, "After I entered the hospital, I checked Julian Kingston’s medical records. If my judgment is correct, his heart... isn’t doing well."

As soon as Summer Monroe finished speaking, the Old Master angrily retorted, "What do you mean ’isn’t doing well’? Young lady, speak clearly!"

Summer Monroe looked curiously at the Old Master and asked, "And you are?"

Beside her, Ronan Kingston hurriedly said, "This is my grandfather."

Summer Monroe, realizing, replied to Old Master Kingston, "What I’m saying is the truth. Julian Kingston’s heart really isn’t doing well."