Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Hearing this, Willow's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand.

William reached out to steady her, his face ashen, his fingertips trembling, his chest feeling like it had been struck by a sledgehammer.

The chance of waking up is only thirty percent, which is too low.

Evelyn stepped forward, her tone firm without a hint of hesitation: "We can't use this plan."

Terrence frowned and turned to look at her, somewhat displeased, his expression darkening: "Who are you? This is a critical care emergency, not a place for random opinions."

"I'm Evelyn." She spoke calmly, her gaze steady. "When Gwendolyn had that sudden emergency on the street before, I was the one who handled it."

Terrence paused, suddenly understanding: "That was you?"

He'd heard from other doctors about that incident—how some young woman had saved Gwendolyn right there on the spot. He'd thought it was just Gwendolyn's good luck.

"So it was you." Terrence's tone softened slightly, but he remained insistent, his expression serious. "Miss, emergency care is one thing, critical care is another. The situation is different now. If we want Gwendolyn to survive, this is the only way."

"This method is wrong." Evelyn didn't back down an inch, meeting his gaze with sharp eyes. "High-dose cardiac stimulants will force an already weakened heart muscle to work beyond its limits—the organs will fail. Forget a thirty percent survival rate, there isn't even a ten percent chance."

"You dare question my judgment?" Terrence's face darkened, so angry his beard bristled.

"I only look at the data." Evelyn met his gaze without flinching. "I have a way. Within six hours, I can bring her blood pressure and heart rate back to safe levels."

Terrence laughed in anger, his face full of disdain: "Do you know what you're saying? This is a matter of life and death!"

"I know." Evelyn's gaze didn't waver, her tone frighteningly firm. "I'll bet you—six hours. If Gwendolyn's condition stabilizes, you admit defeat. If I can't stabilize her, I'll cut off one of my own fingers and never practice medicine again."

As soon as she said this, everyone was shocked.

"Evelyn!" Willow quickly grabbed her, tears streaming harder. "Don't be rash!"

William's heart also tightened, panicking: "Evelyn, you don't need to..."

He couldn't let her gamble with herself.

"I'm confident." Evelyn cut him off, her gaze landing on Terrence without a trace of fear. "Do you dare?"

Terrence had practiced medicine his whole life, and being challenged like this by a young person made his temper flare. He nodded firmly: "Fine! I'll bet with you! I want to see what you're capable of!"

In his heart, he was convinced Evelyn had just gotten lucky saving Gwendolyn once and had become arrogant.

William and Willow exchanged glances, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

On one side was the dangerous plan from an authoritative expert, on the other was Evelyn's certainty.

"I trust you." After a long while, William spoke first, looking at Evelyn seriously, his gaze unwavering. "Mom, let her try."

He didn't know why he trusted her so much, but he just did.

Willow bit her lip, closed her eyes, and nodded, tears falling: "Okay... we'll do as Evelyn says!"

Terrence was angry but helpless, could only stand aside and watch, his face dark.

Evelyn turned and entered the hospital room without another word.

She walked to the bedside, glanced at the monitor—the data was indeed frighteningly bad, the curves on the detection device alarmingly low.

She reached out to check Gwendolyn's carotid pulse, then lifted her eyelid to check her pupils, her movements quick and efficient without a hint of panic.

The nurses around held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Terrence stood in the back with his arms crossed, disapproving, waiting to see her fail.

Evelyn picked up a syringe, drew the prepared injection, the dosage precise to the millimeter.

Her wrist steadied, pushing it smoothly into the vein, the movement so fast it was almost a blur.

Next, she connected the monitor, adjusted several parameters, and instructed the nurse: "Saline drip, slow rate, check blood pressure every ten minutes."

The entire sequence flowed like water, not a single wasted motion.

Terrence had been disdainful at first, but after watching the screen for ten minutes, his expression gradually changed, his eyes widening more and more.

The blood pressure curve was actually starting to rise.

After another half hour, the heart rate also stabilized.

Blood oxygen saturation climbed steadily, and the danger alerts were completely lifted.

Terrence stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded, nearly dropping his stethoscope.

He leaned close to the screen, checking repeatedly, unable to believe his eyes.

"This... how is this possible..."

Evelyn withdrew her hand, wiped a bit of medicine that had accidentally gotten on the back of her hand, and said flatly: "The condition is stabilized. From here on, just routine care. If nothing unexpected happens, Gwendolyn should wake up tomorrow."

Terrence turned around, looking at Evelyn, his lips trembling, his face full of shame.

He suddenly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Evelyn: "I underestimated you. I lost."

With that, he raised his hand, truly about to disable them.

Evelyn was quick, grabbing Terrence's wrist in one motion, stopping him firmly: "Terrence, there's no need for this."

Terrence froze, looking up at her.

"What we bet on was medical judgment, not self-mutilation. You're a medical authority, holding countless patients' lives in your hands. If you really cut off your fingers, how many people would lose hope because you can no longer hold a scalpel?"

Evelyn's tone was calm but carried weight. "Winning or losing doesn't matter. What matters most is that the patient is stable."

Terrence stood frozen, shame and admiration mingling on his face, his eyes even slightly moist.

He'd lived most of his life, seen those who chased fame and fortune, seen arrogant medical geniuses, but never seen such a capable young person with such perspective and compassion.

"I... I'm convinced." He sighed deeply, completely setting aside his pride. "For the follow-up care and medication, I'd like to discuss it with you and learn from you."

Evelyn nodded: "Sure."

They stood side by side outside the hospital room, comparing various indicators and adjusting the treatment plan, cooperating remarkably smoothly.

The more Terrence talked, the more shocked he became. Evelyn not only had precise technique but frighteningly deep theoretical knowledge, and many of her approaches were things he'd never heard of.

After confirming that Gwendolyn's vital signs were completely stable and she was out of danger, Terrence finally couldn't help but ask:

"Evelyn, which medical school did you study at? How have I never heard of someone like you?"

Evelyn looked away casually, her tone so light it left no trace: "Just picked up some skills here and there. Never formally attended medical school. Nothing worth mentioning."

She didn't want to talk about the past, much less reveal too much.

At the other end of the corridor, the atmosphere was cold and oppressive.

William stood by the window, his profile hard, his tone devoid of warmth.

"Grandma was critically ill. You clearly knew she had a special constitution and takes medication long-term. Why did you still take it upon yourself to feed her health supplements?"