Chapter 1703: Surgery Begins Immediately

Very soon, the elevator doors opened, and Mia Lane came walking quickly over with two bodyguards at her side! Hearing the footsteps, everyone turned their heads, and saw her at a glance.

At this moment, the vice president of the hospital also came over, holding a set of sterile scrubs and some instruments.

Mia stepped forward in a few quick strides and reached out to take them. He entered the code, and the door to the resuscitation room opened.

Before going in, she stopped and turned around, looked at the three people who were beside themselves with anxiety, and gave them a firm look. She didn’t say any comforting words, because every second counted now. She quickly entered the resuscitation room.

The vice president went in after her. The door closed again, and everyone’s hearts gave another jolt, plunging them back into anxious waiting.

It was this scene that gave Nathan Mills and Janelle an even worse feeling.

After all, if it were just an ordinary fainting spell from low blood sugar, how could there be absolutely no news after being in there for so long?

Trevor smoothed Janelle’s hair. "..." He didn’t even know how to start comforting her.

She’d depended on her mom since she was little. They bickered sometimes, but they’d always been close. She couldn’t accept a blow like this, and she’d never felt anything like what she was feeling right now.

At this moment, there was only one thought in Nathan Mills’s mind: when Carlotta wakes up, he’s going to marry her and bring her home, take care of her, and never be apart again.

Trevor’s mood was heavy too—after all, he loved whoever Janelle loved.

Under the shadowless operating light in the resuscitation room, on the operating table, Carlotta Sterling lay with an oxygen mask over her face, still unconscious.

After Mia and the vice president entered, someone began reporting quietly, "A tumor has been found in the patient’s brain. We just did a skull X-ray, radionuclide brain imaging, and cerebral angiography. It’s confirmed." As he spoke, he handed over the films.

Mia’s chest tightened. She took them quickly and began examining the detailed data with a cool head.

"Director, if we don’t operate in time, the patient may end up paralyzed, or even die," the attending surgeon reported.

The vice president replied, "Immediate surgery. There’s no time to lose."

In the resuscitation room, the other doctors, the assistants, and the anesthesiologist all started moving at a flurry, preparing for a craniotomy.

"Seven centimeters?" Mia drew in a sharp breath, thinking, Did she really not have any symptoms? Why didn’t she seek treatment sooner?

Seven centimeters was already extremely dangerous—let alone a tumor inside the brain!

At this point, the vice president said, "Whether it’s benign or malignant, we have to operate right away. Mrs. Kingston, are you scrubbing in too?"

"I’ll be the lead surgeon," Mia set the films down, her tone steady. "You assist me."

"All right."

And so they began to get ready.

The scalpels in the assistant’s tray were all thin, in various shapes. Everyone was actually a little rattled—none of them had ever seen a seven-centimeter brain tumor before.

This was probably the only brain surgery they’d ever done without a pre-established surgical plan. It had all happened too suddenly, and the difficulty level was sky-high. One tiny mistake could cost a life.

"Director, what about the consent form..." a doctor asked quietly. This kind of thing required a family member’s signature. Any surgery carried risks.

"We start the surgery first. Take the form out and have the family sign it." Mia was racing against the clock. "Anesthesiologist, get ready!"

"Yes!"

Very soon, the door of the resuscitation room swung open. The three people waiting anxiously outside snapped their heads up and hurried over. They saw a doctor coming out with a form in his hands.

"Doctor, how is my mom?" Janelle asked anxiously.

All eyes focused tightly on the doctor.

"This is the surgical consent form. A family member needs to sign." As he spoke, the doctor handed the form over, his expression extremely grave.

Everyone’s hearts lurched heavily, and a few seconds later—

"Surgery??" Nathan Mills’s voice trembled. "Why does she need surgery?"

The doctor said to him, with deep regret, "We’ve found a tumor of seven centimeters in diameter in the patient’s brain. It’s already compressing the nerves. The surgery is already underway—Mrs. Kingston is personally leading it. But every surgery carries risks, so we still have to follow procedure. I’m going to have to trouble you for your signature."