Chapter 889



Belinda drew closer and took Turner’s place. Then, she proceeded to examine the patient in silence. She reached in, and in less than two minutes, she spoke.

“The patient’s left ventricular posterior wall is ruptured.”

“What? How is that possible?” Turner’s expression immediately changed.

He hadn’t expected Belinda to find the cause of the bleeding so quickly, nor had he expected the patient’s ventricular posterior wall to be ruptured. The other medical staff in the room were just as stunned. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do next.

A rupture in the left ventricular posterior wall often meant that the patient’s life was in grave danger. How had this happened?

Kylee bit her lip, her expression darkening.

Turner’s mind was racing. He couldn’t bring himself to accept Belinda’s diagnosis.

“The patient has rheumatic heart disease. He may be old and not in the best of health, but the surgery was going smoothly. Not a single mistake was made! How could there be a rupture in the left ventricular posterior wall?”

“Exactly!” Kylee chimed in without hesitation.

“You must be mistaken, Belinda.”

Belinda paid them no heed, grasping the biological valve with tweezers and stating with certainty, “The patient’s tissue is exceptionally delicate. The edge of the biological valve has perforated the posterior wall of the left ventricle.”

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“Exceptionally delicate?” Turner repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Belinda turned to face him, her gaze unwavering.

“Dr. Ortiz, this detail was meticulously recorded in the patient’s medical files—the very ones I handed over to you. You didn’t know that?”

Her words were laced with subtle reproach, and the moment they left her lips, both Turner’s and Kylee’s expressions changed. The other surgeons exchanged glances before shifting their attention to Turner.

Belinda addressed the resident beside her, her voice steady.

“This biological valve is a size 29. Switch it to a size 27.”

The resident gave a small nod.

“Understood.”

Belinda continued without missing a beat, “Also, have a bovine pericardium ready.”

A nurse quickly responded, handing her the requested material.

“Here it is.”

With that, Belinda immersed herself fully in mending the rupture in the patient’s left ventricular posterior wall—a meticulous procedure that demanded both skill and precision.

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