Chapter 662
Queenie walked quickly. She dressed into a surgical gown and entered the emergency room through a private pathway.
Zachary was so stressed that he was drenched in sweat. It wasn’t until Queenie appeared that he seemed to calm down. He thoroughly explained the patient’s condition to her.
Queenie’s brows furrowed in worry the more she listened to Zachary’s explanation.
With the ongoing conditions, the surgery’s success rate was far lower than the initial three percent estimation.
Zachary placed the patient’s life in Queenie’s hands. From the looks of her face, he knew what Queenie was thinking. He said, “The surgery’s success rate is too low. I’ll ask a junior doctor to do it.”
For a whole two seconds, Queenie was silent. As a doctor, she had witnessed far too many deaths. There was no way Queenie would risk her career on the life of an elderly woman.
Two seconds later, she broke silence. She nodded faintly and said, “That’s the only solution. Come on, let’s talk to her family.”
Zachary nodded in agreement as soon as he heard that, and replied, “Okay. I’ll come with you. The lawyer is ready, and he should be in my office by now.”
“Great. You go get the lawyer then. I’ll find a doctor to
replace us for the surgery. Let’s meet at the emergency room entrance after that.”
Both of them went their separate ways. In order to avoid bumping into the patient’s family, they took a private pathway.
Not long after, Zachary and the lawyer arrived at the emergency door entrance.
At that exact moment, Queenie walked out of the emergency room.
She found Malorie an inexperienced surgeon. This surgeon had only operated once in his entire career. His success rate wasn’t important to him as a junior. What was more important were his clinical experiences.
Obviously, the inexperienced surgeon would accept Queenie’s offer. Naturally, the name of the surgeon in charge was also altered in the operative report to this surgeon’s name.
This also meant that regardless of how the surgery went, Queenie and Zachary would be unaffected.
They would still hold a flawless surgical history.
As soon as Henrick saw Queenie, he rushed forward and asked, “Dr. Mill, how is my mom?”
When Queenie pulled down her mask, her lovely eyes were unveiled. She shook her head and, in regret, she answered, “The patient’s condition is really critical. We
still don’t have the robotic pacemaker. This surgery has a three percent success rate. I strongly advise you to be prepared for whatever may come your way.”
Those words were a head-on blow for Henrick, and his mind went blank.
Malorie was gone.
Even after chasing Arielle away, Malorie still couldn’t make it out alive.
What could happen to the family’s coal mining business in his hometown after this?
Could he give up Southall Group in Jadeborough and return to his hometown?
After much contemplation, he finally decided to sell all of Southall Group’s shares and return to his hometown to manage the coal mining business.
Southall Group was operating at a loss year after year. Even if he remained in the company, he would be unable to turn the company around.
Even the funding of their capital chain that sustained Southall Group was sourced from the family’s coal mining business.
Given that Malorie had passed away and that there was no longer a chairman for the coal mining business, why didn’t he sell the company and return to his hometown?
In Jadeborough, he was seen as a nonentity. However, in his hometown, he had the authority to instill fear and respect in the hearts of others.
Henrick was meticulously planning his future in his head when, all of a sudden, he remembered something Queenie had said to him the day before.
The robotic pacemaker!
He hoped to take advantage of his mother’s death for a substantial cash windfall before he headed back to his hometown.
For Malorie to just die in that manner without making something useful of her life would be a cheap sacrifice.
“Where’s that lady?” Henrick glared furiously at Queenie and Zachary and continued, “Didn’t you both say that someone promised to bring the robotic pacemaker over today? If it weren’t for her promise, my mom’s surgery would have been much more successful. She must be accountable for this! Get her over here
now!”
