Chapter 78: Amadeus's Unexplained Sense of Pride_1

The chief neurosurgeon removed his blue mask, and the clothes beneath his surgical gown were soaked through—not from fatigue, but from an uncontrollable excitement and thrill he felt as a doctor fortunate enough to witness the world's most advanced techniques.

A smile couldn't stop spreading across his face, "Success, the surgery was extremely successful! I believe even the most authoritative experts from Beijing would not necessarily be able to achieve such success."

Alfred Garland was dumbfounded.

What?

Successful?

Ms. Quinlan had successfully completed the surgery for Uncle Cagwin, and even made the chief of neurosurgery speak in a tone of praise, suggesting that experts from Beijing might not even match this level of skill.

This... was too incredible, wasn't it?

"Just who exactly is Ms. Quinlan? When did she learn medicine?" Alfred Garland turned his head, looking at him with confusion: "Amadeus, you wouldn't happen to know about Ms. Quinlan's medical skills, would you?"