Chapter 92

Chapter 92

"Ms. Hall, please don't worry. We'll do our best to ensure your safety."

The nurse smiled, then proceeded to inject the anesthetic.

As the needle pierced into her vein, she instinctively jerked her arm back..

But this time Stella's reaction was a bit too slow, and she felt a liquid entering her body.

This was definitely wrong!

A pregnancy preservation procedure shouldn't require anesthetic injection.

So what were they doing now?

What kind of surgery was this really?

The current procedure felt more like an abortion to Stella.

When Stella first got pregnant, her mind had been in turmoil. She had even considered terminating the pregnancy.

Back then, she had researched a lot about abortion procedures—from medical to surgical abortion, from painless procedures to induced labor. Looking back now, she knew every step by heart.

And the way the nurse handled the anesthetic matched those materials she remembered seeing.

"Don't touch me, let me down!"

Stella cried out sharply and suddenly sat upright.

Her voice rang through the operating room, startling both the nurse and Dr. Wilson.

"Ms. Hall, what's wrong? Are you nervous? Don't be afraid, the anesthetic has already been administered. You will feel better after you rest."

Dr. Wilson paused his movements, his smile stiffening for a moment before returning to normal.

As he spoke, he gave the nurse a subtle look, signaling her to continue.

The nurse nodded and approached Stella again.

Seeing this, Stella uncontrollably moved to the other side of the operating table, staring intently at Dr. Wilson.

"Dr. Wilson, tell me the truth—what kind of surgery is this really?"

She sensed something was wrong, her voice trembled, but her eyes were unusually determined.

"This isn't a pregnancy preservation procedure at all, is it? This is an abortion!"

Her words came out almost as a shout.

For a moment, Stella's voice echoed throughout the operating room, lingering for a long time.

"Ms. Hall, please calm down. This really is..."

Dr. Wilson tried to calm her down, but his shifty eyes only made Stella's heart sink further.

"Stop lying to me!"

Stella backed away, trying to get off the operating table, while interrupting him, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger and fear.

"I've researched the abortion process before, and it's exactly the same as this! Pregnancy preservation doesn't require general anesthesia at all. What are you really trying to do?!"

Seeing she was about to jump off the operating table, Dr. Wilson's expression completely darkened.

He knew that If Stella caused a scene now, everything would be exposed.

Not only would he lose that five hundred thousand, but his entire career would be over.

Forcing a patient to undergo surgery was a serious medical incident that could land him in prison.

But precisely because he knew how serious the consequences were, he couldn't let Stella leave this operating room.

Once the surgery was completed, once the child was gone, it could all be dismissed as a complication—with no one to contradict him.

Even if Stella suspected something, she wouldn't have any evidence.

With this thought, Dr. Wilson gritted his teeth and gave the two nurses a look.

"Ms. Hall is emotionally unstable right now. Help me restrain her. Once she calms down, we can explain everything slowly."

The nurses hesitated when they heard this.

Although Dr. Wilson's words sounded reasonable, they had heard what Stella just said.

Deep down, they understood what was really happening.

But Dr. Wilson was the director after all, and they were just lowly nurses who couldn't afford to oppose him.

Moreover, the anesthetic had already been administered.

Even if they wanted to back out now, there was no turning back.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the two nurses stepped forward and pressed down on Stella's shoulders from both sides, forcibly pinning her to the operating table.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Stella struggled desperately.

But as a pregnant woman, her strength was no match for these two, especially as the anesthetic began to take effect. Her vision blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges.

"You can't do this! This is illegal! Let me go!"

Stella's voice grew sharper, more desperate, tears streaming down her face.

"Ms. Hall, you need to trust our medical judgment. The choices we make are the best for your physical condition. Don't be afraid, the surgery will be very quick. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Dr. Wilson tried to soothe Stella, but all he could hear was her cursing.

"As long as you let me leave, I promise I won't tell anyone about this. I want to leave, let me go!"

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Stella's struggles became more violent.

Although the nurse had already injected some anesthetic earlier, she hadn't finished the full dose.

Stella could still maintain consciousness for now.

"Ms. Hall, stop wasting time."

But Dr. Wilson turned a deaf ear, walking toward Stella step by step, and his words made her heart sink even further.

"Ms. Hall, don't blame me. I'm doing this for your own good. This baby can't be kept. Rather than being born to suffer, it's better to end it all now. Don't worry, it'll be quick and won't hurt at all."

His voice was low, as if trying to convince Stella, or perhaps himself.

Before getting closer, Dr. Wilson picked up the anesthetic syringe that had fallen from the nurse's hand during Stella's struggle.

Seeing him pick up that needle, Stella tried with all her might to break free from or resist the hands restraining her.

"No! Let me go, help! No!"

Dr. Wilson looked at her, his eyes showing pity, but more determination and coldness.

He had already taken the money, so naturally he couldn't give Stella a chance to leave.

This had to be done!

Stella watched him getting closer and closer, her voice weakened, her strength to struggle gradually disappearing.

"Don't... don't come closer..."

"Let me go... I won't... tell anyone..."

The nurses loosened their grip slightly, their eyes filled with pity.

Dr. Wilson approached step by step, and Stella's vision became increasingly blurred.

She knew clearly that the anesthetic was taking effect.

Although not much anesthetic had been injected, it didn't mean it had no effect.

She bit her lip desperately, trying to stay conscious, but even though she tasted a sweet metallic flavor in her mouth, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her body grew softer and softer.

Just before she was about to lose consciousness, the operating room door seemed to be kicked open.

"BANG—"

This loud noise from behind startled Dr. Wilson so much that his hand shook, and the syringe he was holding almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and tightened his grip.

"This is a surgical area—no unauthorized entry!"

Dr. Wilson whipped around and shouted a warning at the person who had burst in from outside.

The person stood in the doorway, their expression unclear in the backlight, but their sharp, intimidating presence sent chills down everyone's spine.