Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3401 What Kind Of People Are They After returning to her room, Luca told Luke about the surgery that day.

She explained that she had not been able to participate in the operation and was uncertain if Abel would prevent her from being involved in the future. If she was not allowed to take part, she might lose her excuse to stay here. Also, she would not be able to help with what was to come.

Luke replied to her message quickly, assuring her that everything was already planned out and she did not need to worry.

Luca frowned slightly as she read his message. She wanted to ask about his plan but hesitated for a moment and decided against it. Knowing too much about Luke's men might backfire.

Luca deleted their chat history but soon received another message from him.

He told her that T Corporation had successfully won the bid and that he had already found someone to replace Lucius' role.

Luca let out a sigh of relief.

Finding a replacement for Lucius meant that he was out of danger for now. The worry that had been weighing on her these past few days vanished instantly. Feeling at case, Luca lay down on the bed and slept soundly for a while.

However, not long after she fell asleep, a sudden, urgent knock on the door woke her up. Luca opened her eyes. "Who is it?" "It's me, Ms. Craw. They need your help downstairs." Gerald's voice cfrom outside.

Luca immediately got out of bed. Once she stepped out of her room, she followed him quickly downstairs. "What happened?" "It seems a doctor made a mistake and something went wrong. I don't really understand the medical details, but that doctor got kicked out, and Mr. Shanks is furious," explained Gerald.

Luca frowned. "Mr. Shanks cout too?" "Yes, he stormed out and lashed out at the boss. Basically, he was shouting about how lousy the doctor the boss hired was, saying he didn't know anything and only made things worse." Gerald was not familiar with medical jargon, but when it cto recounting the scene and mimicking Shanks' scolding, his descriptions were vivid and animated.

He had been genuinely shocked to see Shanks losing his temper like that. Someone usually so composed tumed out to be quite ruthless when furious.

It was an eye-opener for him.

When Luca heard that Shanks had scolded Abel, she felt a pang of anxiety and quickened her pace. "What was Abel's reaction?" asked Luca.

Cerald recalled the dark and humiliated expression on Abel's face, which made him want to laugh. It was the first the had seen his usually arrogant boss left speechless by someone.

However, he dared not to laugh and simply answered, "His expression was awful. He didn't say a single word." Luca did not expect things to escalate like this.

Abel took this surgery very seriously. It did not make sense for him to hire an ordinary doctor as an assistant for Shanks.

However, even a top-notch doctor had made a mistake.

Luca thought about what Luke had said about having everything arranged. Could this situation be part of his plan? She was not sure yet and decided to wait until the matter at hand was resolved to think more about it. She stepped into the yard.

Shanks said with dissatisfaction, "Took you long enough." "I fell asleep." Luca knew he was in a foul mood after the operation had been disrupted, so she did not argue. Shanks nodded, casting a glance at Abel before turning to Luca. "Sanitize and assist with the procedure." "But..." Luca turned to look at Abel.

His expression was indeed dark with anger, and on the ground lay a doctor. It was obvious Abel had dealt him a heavy blow.

Luca glanced at the injured doctor, feeling a bit helpless. She could not afford to feel sorry for others. If she did not perform well, she might face the sfate.

"Do as you're told! Why all the questions?" Abel's voice was low and menacing, suffocating her.

At the thought of this, Luca could only nod before turning.

She washed her hands, sanitized herself, changed into surgical scrubs, and entered the medical vehicle. Inside were Shanks and another ophthalmologist.

However, the ophthalmologist stood to the side, not daring to touch the equipment. He looked more like an observer than a professional.

Luca did not speak to him. She silently took over as the assistant, efficiently working with Shanks on the surgery. The ophthalmologist, now reduced to acting as a surgical nurse, handed them the necessary instruments. He watched their seamless teamwork in awe.

Initially, he had assumed Luca was incompetent and had been dismissed to make way for them. Now, it was clear that this woman's skills were on par with theirs. She assisted Shanks with precision, perfectly in sync with him.

In just half an hour, they had corrected the mistakes made by the previous ophthalmologist. The other ophthalmologist could not help but mutter, "Impressive." Ophthalmic surgeries required incredible precision, steady hands, and speed. Having worked in the field for over 20 years, the ophthalmologist had never seen such skill before. Shanks and Luca, however, ignored the praise. They were entirely focused on the surgery. Once they completed the transplant of one eyeball, they moved on to the other.

The ophthalmologist was stunned.

He had known from the start that this was an eyeball transplant procedure, but he had not believed that it could succeed.

He was not so sure about that now.

At least one eye had already been transplanted successfully. If no rejection or necrosis occurred later, even if the patient's vision was not restored, it would still be considered a success It was a groundbreaking achievement.

Such progress could benefit countless patients with eye conditions.

It would give them a more normal appearance, even if their sight could not be restored.

As this thought crossed his mind, the ophthalmologist looked at Shanks and then at Luca. What kind of people were they? The intricate surgery continued from morning until late afternoon.

Even Hera was surprised to hear that Luca had been called in at the last minute to assist with the surgery.

Ignoring the oppressive heat, Hera followed them outside, eager tom gagertom witness Luca being kicked off the medical vehicle by Shanks. The thought of seeing Luca humiliated, scolded by Shanks, or even punished by Abel filled Hera with glee.

Hera fixated her gaze on the medical vehicle at the thought of this.

At 3:00 pm, the sun was blazing Herg overhead. Abel and Hera huddled under a parasol, waiting for the outcof the surgery. Ten minutes later, the door of the medical vehicle swung open.

Luca stepped out.

Hera's heart leaped with excitement. After waiting so long, Luca was finally kicked out by Shanks!

Unable to contain herself, she sneered, "Speople just don't know their limits. Acting like a big1 spot only to get thrown out. What a disgrace! You bragged so much, but in the end, you're nothing but a useless failure." Abel's expression darkened as he assumed the same.

After all, Shanks had estimated the surgery would last until the evening.

It was only 3:00 pm.

Luca looked puzzled for a moment at Hera's mockery, but then she realized that Hera would not pass up any opportunity to ridicule her. Without saying a word, Luca glanced behind her.

Hera frowned. "What's this? Cat got your tongue.." Before she could finish, Shanks stepped out of the vehicle, followed by another doctor.

She reckoned that the man behind Shanks was the ophthalmologist Gerald had mentioned earlier.