The Super VIP Surgery Begins

The operating theatre was eerily silent.

Not the usually controlled silence of a surgical team at work—this was the kind of silence that carried weight, tension, and absolute focus.

This was not just any surgery.

This was a high-profile, multi-departmental, eighteen-hour operation on one of the most powerful men in the country.

Failure was not an option.

The Surgical Team

Lead Surgeons:

Dr. Wallace (Cardiothoracic Surgery) – Handling the thoracic portion of the aneurysm.

Dr. Patel (Neurosurgery) – Monitoring cerebral perfusion and spinal cord ischemia.

Dr. Evans (General Surgery) – Responsible for the abdominal section and vascular reconstruction.

Supporting Specialists:

Dr. Miller (Anaesthesiology) – Maintaining haemodynamic stability for a surgery that could span nearly an entire day.

Dr. Monroe (Director of Medicine) – Supervising from the observation deck.

Dr. Hayworth (Head of Surgery) – Overseeing coordination between departments.

And, of course—two very well-dressed consultants watching from the observation deck, not lifting a finger.

Lin Kai and Su Yan.

First Stage: Opening the Chest and Securing the Aorta

The initial incision was made by Wallace, who worked quickly and cleanly, opening the thoracic cavity.

Blood pressure remained stable.

The aneurysm came into view—a monstrous, swollen section of the aorta, pulsing ominously.

Dr. Wallace: "There it is. Let's secure proximal control."

Dr. Evans: "Prepping the clamp."

A massive vascular clamp was positioned across the descending aorta, carefully reducing blood flow to prevent a sudden rupture.

Meanwhile, Dr. Patel monitored the brain and spinal cord.

Dr. Patel: "No significant drop in perfusion. Spinal cord remains oxygenated."

So far—everything was smooth.

Second Stage: Abdominal Aortic Exposure

While Wallace and Patel focused on the upper section, Evans and his team worked on exposing the abdominal aorta.

The key issue?

The aneurysm extended dangerously close to the renal arteries.

One mistake could mean kidney failure.

Dr. Evans: "Opening the retroperitoneum. Let's keep an eye on renal perfusion."

Dr. Miller: "Blood pressure holding. We're stable."

The graft was being prepared. The plan was simple:

Excise the diseased portion of the aorta.

Replace it with a synthetic graft.

Reattach all major branching arteries.

It was a logistical nightmare.

But so far?

It was working.

The first few vascular anastomoses were successfully completed.

Lord Ashton Halifax's new aorta was taking shape.

Wallace and Evans exchanged a glance.

They were doing it.

For the first time, it seemed like—

They didn't need Lin Kai.

Up in the observation deck, Su Yan yawned.

"Boring."

The operation was progressing smoothly.

Which, by Su Yan's standards, meant it was getting boring.

Up in the observation deck, she and Lin Kai had made themselves far too comfortable.

Su Yan had kicked off her shoes, pulled out her phone, and was now scrolling through social media, occasionally looking up at the monitors.

Lin Kai, ever the quiet observer, sat beside her with a cup of coffee, watching the surgery unfold below.

Neither of them looked remotely stressed.

Occasional Assistance (The Lazy Way)

Every so often, someone down below needed help.

Not that they'd admit it outright.

But the moment a surgeon paused too long, hesitated with an instrument or mumbled under their breath, Su Yan would casually tap the microphone.

"Wallace, that suture's too shallow. Redo it before it leaks."

"Patel, your pressure's dropping. Increase the saline infusion before the spinal cord complains."

"Evans, that anastomosis angle is ugly. Fix it."

The entire OR staff twitched.

Dr. Evans, struggling to ignore her, muttered under his breath, "I swear to God, if she calls my technique ugly one more time—"

Dr. Wallace, more used to this by now, simply sighed. "She's not wrong."

Dr. Patel, visibly annoyed, snapped, "If she knows everything, why isn't she down here?"

From above, Su Yan grinned.

"Because this is funnier."

Silence.

Dr. Monroe, still observing, smirked. "Let them suffer a bit longer."

Lin Kai chuckled softly beside her.

So far, it was just another day of letting the hospital struggle.

Until—

The monitors blared.

And everything went to hell.

The Emergency – A Sudden Rupture

"BP dropping! 80 over 40!"

"Heart rate spiking—tachycardia detected!"

"We've got massive bleeding—he's rupturing!"

A flash of red flooded the surgical field.

Somewhere in the abdominal cavity, the graft had torn loose.

The aorta was bleeding out.

Dr. Wallace swore. "Clamp it! Now!"

Dr. Evans, hands suddenly shaking, reached for a vascular clamp.

But the blood loss was too fast.

They were seconds away from losing him.

Dr. Patel gritted his teeth. "If we don't stop this now, he's gone."

And then—

From above, a voice rang out, sharp and clear.

"Evans, shift left. Patel, hold pressure. Wallace, cut the inferior tie and reposition the clamp—NOW."

Everyone froze.

Because Su Yan wasn't teasing anymore.

She was giving orders.

And this time?

No one questioned her.