NovelOnlineChapter 134: Everyone gasped in shock as the door to the operating room burst open with a loud bang. Aelfric had kicked the door open with such force that Riss, who was mid-surgery, was startled, causing her hand to waver dangerously close to jeopardizing the patient's life. As the initial shock subsided, the Sanchez family rushed into the operating room, bracing themselves for the worst. However, to their relief, the scene was far from catastrophic Unperturbed by Aelfric's disruption, Riss continued her delicate work with surgical precision, her eyelids steady. Beside her, Ferris, her chief assistant, remained composed, aiding Riss with seamless efficiency. The Sanchez family exhaled a collective sigh of relief, though they were itching to confront Aelfric. Yet, they knew all too well that he was beyond their control Aelfric himself was taken aback by Riss's composure. She didn't seem like a typical doctor; she was as unshakeable as a veteran soldier. Her calmness briefly mesmerized Aelfric, reminding him of only one other woman who possessed such formidable resolve in the face of peril-Black Mallow, the famed chief instructor of the Doomsday Base. A trace of admiration flickered across his face as he watched the female doctor. Lost in his thoughts, Aelfric was jolted back to reality by Riss's firm voice "Mr. Warren, if you wish to observe the surgery, please do so quietly. If you're unable to, I must ask you to leave." Latest stories on Before Aelfric could respond, Melinda exclaimed with arrogance, "You might be the skilled Dr. Riss, but so what? My brother holds the rank of deputy chief instructor in Doomsday Base. You should mind your manners... Ah!" Her taunt was cut short as a streak of silver light flashed before her eyes. Before she could make sense of what had happened, an object skimmed past her scalp, leaving a chilling sensation along her head and spine. Recovering from the initial shock, Melinda instinctively reached up to touch her head, only to discover a significant chunk of her hair missing. The others present were equally stunned. Their eyes followed the trajectory of the silver light and found a scalpel embedded in the wall, Melinda's severed hair still clinging to it Unlike the others, Aelfric had seen everything clearly. He fixed his gaze on Marissa and sneered, "Dr. Riss, those are impressive fighting skills. How about we test them in a spar?" As Marissa accepted a new scalpel from Ferris, she proceeded with her medical task, replying icily, "Mr. Warren, you burst into my operating room challengingto fair play. I'm busy at the moment." When it becapparent that Aelfric wasn't backing down, Marissa added, “As a doctor, my first responsibility is to my patient. If you dare to initiate a fight here, know that this scalpel will be in your sister's skull the moment you make your move." Melinda's face paled with fear, and she found herself unable to utter another word. Gone was her earlier bravado, replaced now by sheer embarrassment. Tomorrow was supposed to be her engagement party, a day she had envisioned filled with joy, bolstered by her brother's support. Yet here she was, not only failing to unleash her wrath but also with a patch of her hair crudely shorn off. How could she possibly radiate as the stunning bride-to-be tomorrow? Aelfric glanced at his sister, his own anger simmering just below the surface. Leaving now would only invite ridicule, damaging his reputation irreparably. How could he hope to intimidate other formidable clans in the future? But staying posed its own risks. Riss's combat prowess was undeniable; Aelfric had witnessed it firsthand and knew he might not be able to safeguard Melinda if they lingered
As he wavered, a chilling voice sliced through the operating room. "Aelfric, causing a ruckus in my mother-in-law's operating room? Do you really think so little of me?"
Everyone turned toward the source of the voice to see Connor standing in the doorway. His presence was unnervingly cold-aking of cold m e different from his usual indifferent demeanor. Today, he exuded a bone-chilling aura. His gaze, sharp as twin blades of ice, pierced directly through Aelfric, leaving a palpable chill hanging in the air of the operating room
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