"Of course, he’s not dead." Summer Monroe frowned, then looked over at Claire Woodward and said, "Don’t listen to certain people, the surgery was successful. Once the anesthesia wears off, Julian Kingston will wake up."

"But, but..." Old Master Kingston hesitated and said, "Isn’t there a horizontal line there?"

Summer Monroe patiently explained, "His heart did indeed stop, and what’s sustaining him now is the heart-robot you just saw. So there’s no contradiction."

"What?! That’s wonderful! Thank God! Thank God!"

Old Master Kingston was so happy he didn’t even need his cane, and, despite his age, he laughed and then held his face and cried.

Damian Knight calmly reminded from the side, "It’s not God who saved Julian Kingston, it was Summer Monroe."

Old Master Kingston nodded repeatedly while sobbing, "Right, right, your name is Summer Monroe, isn’t it? I apologize for my earlier actions. I’m sorry! I was just too worried about my grandson. Whatever compensation or reward you want, just say it, the entire Kingston Family, I would give it all to you!"

"No need." Summer Monroe said wearily, "There are still two bullets in his arm that need to be removed. If you are fine, please wait outside until Julian Kingston wakes up. Don’t interfere with my treatment in the emergency room anymore."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Old Master Kingston immediately nodded like a pounding garlic and obediently picked up his cane and walked down the corridor, not daring to disturb Summer Monroe again.

He needed to quickly share this great news with Ronan and the ancestors.

After Old Master Kingston left, Summer Monroe focused back on Julian Kingston.

The bullets in the arm still needed to be extracted, and without timely removal, they might cause aftereffects.

She shut out everything from the outside world, dedicating herself to extracting the bullets.

But while Summer Monroe blocked everything out, Damian Knight and Isaac Ross did not forget what Claire Woodward had misled Old Master Kingston into believing earlier.

Damian Knight fixed his gaze on Claire Woodward.

He didn’t say anything, just coldly stared at Claire Woodward.

In an instant, Claire Woodward was drenched in sweat.

It was as if she’d been struck by a bolt from the blue, trembling all over, her eyes nearly bulging out.

The surgery was actually... successful??

A surgery with less than a one percent success rate was completed successfully in less than an hour?

What kind of magical event was this?

This is impossible!

"This is absolutely impossible!" Claire Woodward blurted out, pointing at Summer Monroe’s nose, "You’re lying! The surgery couldn’t have been successful!"

Summer Monroe had no time to bother with Claire Woodward.

But Isaac Ross, with a face as dark as thunder, scolded coldly, "Claire Woodward! That’s enough!"

Claire Woodward was startled by the scolding.

If Isaac Ross’s temper was terrifying before Summer Monroe arrived, now Isaac Ross seemed like a Hell King from the depths of hell, as if he could devour her whole any second.

"You-young Master..."

"Don’t call me Young Master. I can’t be the Young Master for someone like you."

Claire Woodward’s eyes widened in fear.

"What do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean? I’m asking you what you mean." Isaac Ross took two steps forward, coldly glaring at Claire Woodward and said, "The patient’s surgery was successful; as a doctor, you should be pleased. But what was your reaction just now? Not only did you not believe Summer Monroe achieved a successful surgery, but you also seemed glad Julian was gone? Someone like you, do you think you’re fit to be a doctor?"

"I, I didn’t... I didn’t mean that. I just didn’t know..."

"Enough! You don’t need to explain further. Whether you are fit to be a doctor, I am not qualified to judge, because I am not your patient. But from now on, you are no longer a doctor at our First Ross Hospital. None of our hospitals within the Ross Corporation will accept you. Leave now!"