The Super VIP Surgery – The Battle Begins

The Announcement: A Once-in-a-Lifetime Case

It all started with an internal hospital memo.

URGENT: SUPER VIP CASE – MULTI-DEPARTMENTAL SURGERY MEETING ATTENDING: ALL SENIOR SURGEONS & CONSULTANTS

PATIENT DETAILS: CLASSIFIED

SURGERY COMPLEXITY: EXTREME

And just like that—the hospital erupted into chaos.

Because this wasn't just any patient.

This was a high-profile, ultra-VIP case.

A surgery that could make careers. A surgery that would go down in medical history.

And every department?

Wanted a piece of the credit.

The War Room: The Pre-Surgical Meeting

The largest conference room in the hospital was packed wall to wall with some of the most powerful doctors in the institution.

At the head of the table sat Dr. Henry Caldwell (CMO), looking like a man who already regretted his life choices.

To his right, Dr. Elizabeth Monroe (Director of Medicine) sat calmly, watching the room with amusement.

And to his left?

Dr. Linda Hayworth (Head of Surgery), who looked ready to fight anyone who challenged her department's dominance.

But the real chaos?

Was happening between the specialists.

Because everyone—every department head, every senior surgeon, every attending physician—wanted a role in this surgery.

The Departments Fight for Control

Dr. Wallace (Cardiothoracic Surgery) smirked. "This case clearly falls under cardiothoracic priority. We should take the lead."

Dr. Patel (Neurology) scoffed. "With due respect, Wallace, this patient requires extensive neurosurgical intervention. My team will lead."

Dr. Evans (General Surgery) rolled his eyes. "None of you can handle the abdominal component. It's a multi-organ case. My department should have final authority."

Dr. Carter (Paediatrics) muttered, "Please tell me it's not a child."

Dr. Miller (Anaesthesiology) sighed. "Whatever happens, I'm the one keeping them alive."

Martin, the ever-miserable Head of Administration, groaned. "And all of this is going to cost a fortune."

The arguing escalated.

Wallace and Patel were actively debating whose expertise was more critical.

Evans was insulting everyone's technique.

Carter was praying it wasn't a paediatric case.

Martin was slowly dying inside.

And then—

A voice interrupted.

Su Yan's Commentary from the Sidelines

Su Yan, who had been sitting off to the side, scrolling through her phone, finally looked up.

"Wow. You guys are worse than reality TV."

Silence.

Dozens of high-ranking doctors turned to stare at her.

Wallace raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here?"

Su Yan grinned. "Entertainment."

Hayworth groaned. "This is a professional discussion."

Su Yan sipped her drink. "Professional? You all sound like toddlers fighting over a toy."

Evans crossed his arms. "You think this is funny?"

Su Yan beamed. "Oh, absolutely."

Martin muttered, "I need a new job."

The Decision: Who's Operating?

Caldwell rubbed his temples. "Alright, enough. We need structure. Here's how this will work."

He looked at Monroe. "Final decision?"

Monroe, ever composed, tapped her fingers against the table. "This is a multi-department procedure. No single team gets full credit. We're assigning surgeons based on expertise."

The surgeons braced themselves.

And then—

She delivered the shocking news.

"Dr. Lin and Dr. Su Yan will not be operating."

The Room Erupts Again

Wallace: "WHAT?"

Patel: "Are you insane?"

Evans: "They're the best surgeons we have!"

Carter: "Wait, Lin Kai is sitting this one out?"

Miller: "Well, that's unexpected."

Su Yan, meanwhile, was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Lin Kai, who had been silently watching, simply leaned back and said nothing.

Caldwell remained firm. "This is not up for debate. Dr. Lin and Dr. Su Yan will only act as surgical consultants."

Martin, sensing an opportunity, immediately nodded. "Yes! They'll be present to observe and advise. But the actual operation will be handled by our senior specialists."

The surgeons looked furious.

Wallace snapped. "Why? They're clearly the best!"

Monroe smirked. "Exactly. And if our 'best' can't do it without them, then what does that say about the rest of you?"

Silence.

Hayworth sighed. "So this is a test."

Monroe nodded. "For all of you."

The Final Setup

Lin Kai and Su Yan will attend as consultants.

All departments involved must prove they can perform at the highest level—without relying on them.

The pressure is on.

And just like that—the greatest surgery in the hospital's history became the greatest competition.

And from the sidelines?

Su Yan was going to enjoy every second of watching them struggle.

A hush fell over the room.

It wasn't just because of the decision to keep Lin Kai and Su Yan off the operating team.

It was because the case details had finally been revealed.

Dr. Caldwell slid the patient file across the table.

Monroe spoke first.

"The patient is Lord Ashton Halifax—member of the House of Lords, chairman of multiple pharmaceutical boards, and, unfortunately for us, someone who cannot afford to die on our operating table."

The weight of that name settled over the room like a thick fog.

Dr. Evans exhaled. "Of course, it's someone political."

Dr. Patel muttered, "Fantastic. If he dies, we'll probably have MI5 interrogating us before we finish washing up."

Dr. Wallace flipped through the scans and let out a low whistle.

"Forget the politics. This surgery is a nightmare."

A three-dimensional angiogram was displayed on the screen at the front of the room. It revealed a massive thoracoabdominal aortic aneurysm.

It spanned the length of the descending thoracic aorta all the way into the abdominal aorta —an intricate network of diseased, ballooning arteries that looked ready to rupture at any second.

Dr. Carter, despite being a paediatrician and thus not directly involved, winced. "That's... extensive."

Dr. Hayworth tapped the screen. "If this aneurysm bursts intraoperatively, we're finished. No amount of grafting will save him if we lose control of the haemorrhage."

Dr. Patel folded his arms. "And look at this—he already has arterial stenosis near the renal arteries. If we lose blood flow there, we might as well start planning for dialysis post-op."

Dr. Miller, the anaesthesiologist, rubbed his temples. "And let's not forget the small issue of keeping him alive while you all carve through half his aorta."

Dr. Wallace raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer we let him explode instead?"

Dr. Miller sighed. "I'm just saying, maintaining stable circulation through an operation this long is going to be an absolute hellscape."

Dr. Evans, looking through the latest lab reports, frowned. "There's also a secondary complication—his clotting factors are abnormal. Elevated D-dimer, early-stage disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC)."

Dr. Patel swore under his breath. "Great. So not only do we have to worry about haemorrhage, we also have to worry about micro thrombosis blocking critical blood flow mid-surgery."

Dr. Wallace leaned back. "I change my vote. Let's let Lin Kai do it."

Dr. Monroe's expression remained neutral. "No."

A ripple of tension spread through the room.

Dr. Caldwell laced his fingers together. "You all want to prove that our hospital is more than just one man and his impossible girlfriend? Here's your chance."

Dr. Martin, who had remained silent throughout, finally spoke. "And if they fail?"

Dr. Monroe gave him a cool look. "Then I suppose Dr. Lin and Dr. Su Yan will be forced to save your careers."

A beat of silence passed.

Dr. Wallace smirked. "Alright, this just got interesting."