Breaking the Rules

The bleeding was uncontrollable.

Every second, Lord Ashton Halifax was slipping further into circulatory collapse.

The operating theatre was a disaster zone—surgeons scrambling, clamps failing to hold, and suction unable to keep up with the rapid haemorrhage.

Dr. Wallace's gloves were drenched in red.

Dr. Evans' hands trembled as he fought to stabilize the graft.

Dr. Patel's voice was tight. "If we don't get control now, we're going to lose him!"

Dr. Miller, watching the vitals crash, snapped, "BP's tanking—60 over 30! Heart rate irregular!"

This was it.

The moment when everything went wrong.

And the one moment they couldn't afford to fail.

But they were failing.

They were too slow.

Too hesitant.

Too human.

The Final Warning

Up in the observation deck, Su Yan and Lin Kai watched.

Watched as some of the best surgeons in the country struggled.

Watched as their patient bled out, second by second.

Watched as no one in that room had the skill to save him in time.

And then—Su Yan's patience snapped.

She tossed aside her headset, kicked off her chair, and turned to Lin Kai.

"Enough."

Lin Kai exhaled. "I thought you'd last longer before interfering."

Su Yan grinned. "You thought wrong."

And then—they moved.

Breaking Orders

The doors to the operating theatre burst open.

Dr. Monroe, standing outside, had no time to stop them.

Dr. Hayworth, watching from above, cursed under her breath.

And inside—the surgical team barely had time to react.

Because before anyone could say a word,

Su Yan and Lin Kai were already scrubbing in.

Dr. Wallace snapped, "What the hell are you two doing?!"

Lin Kai ignored him.

Su Yan grabbed a fresh pair of gloves, sliding them on effortlessly.

"Saving your patient."

The Real Surgeons Take Over

Everything happened too fast for objections.

Lin Kai grabbed a vascular clamp, moving with surgical precision.

In one motion, he secured the bleeding section—perfectly.

Blood flow stabilized—partially.

But the damage was done.

The graft had torn in an unstable zone.

If they didn't fix it now, nothing else would matter.

Su Yan stepped forward.

"Scalpel."

The scrub nurse didn't even hesitate.

She passed the instrument like she had been waiting for this all along.

And then—Su Yan cut.

With the kind of speed and confidence that no one else in the room had.

Wallace couldn't even speak.

Patel stopped breathing.

Evans stepped back—because he knew.

They were never the best.

Not when Su Yan and Lin Kai were in the room.

Precision Beyond Human Limits

Su Yan worked faster than anyone had ever seen.

No hesitation.

No wasted motion.

No doubt.

She sliced away the failing graft, exposed a fresh anastomosis zone, and restitched the artery in under two minutes.

Two minutes.

It should have been fifteen.

And yet—her hands never trembled.

Lin Kai, beside her, worked in perfect tandem.

The moment she finished, he reinforced the repair with a second graft layer, sealing off any possibility of further rupture.

And just like that—the bleeding stopped.

BP stabilized.

Vascular flow restored.

And the impossible?

Had just been rewritten.

The Aftermath

The room was dead silent.

The only sounds were the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

Dr. Wallace, hands still covered in blood, exhaled sharply.

Dr. Patel removed his gloves. "…You've got to be kidding me."

Dr. Evans simply stared at the two of them.

Dr. Monroe, now inside the OR, folded her arms. "You two just disobeyed direct orders."

Lin Kai placed his tools down, calm as ever.

"We saved his life."

Su Yan smirked, wiping a speck of blood from her cheek.

"You're welcome."

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The bleeding had stopped.

The most critical moment of the operation was over.

Lord Ashton Halifax was alive.

And just as the surgical team was catching their breath, Su Yan ripped off her gloves and turned to leave.

Dr. Evans blinked. "Wait—where are you going?"

Su Yan stretched lazily. "I saved the patient. The rest is boring."

Dr. Wallace looked ready to explode. "We're still in the middle of an operation!"

Su Yan yawned. "Not my problem." She patted Lin Kai's shoulder. "He can handle it."

Dr. Patel spluttered. "You—you can't just leave!"

But she already had.

With a final, completely unbothered wave, Su Yan walked out of the operating theatre like she had just finished a coffee break.

And now?

The remaining doctors had no choice but to finish what she started.

The Struggle Begins

Dr. Wallace took a deep breath.

"Fine. We proceed as planned. Evans, finish securing the graft. Patel, monitor neurological function. We've got this."

And at first—it seemed like they did.

Lin Kai worked seamlessly, guiding them through the remaining steps.

The graft was reinforced.

The renal arteries were secured.

Everything was stable.

For a while.

Then—a new problem emerged.

Dr. Patel's voice turned sharp. "Spinal cord perfusion dropping—BP's not holding."

Dr. Wallace frowned. "How? We fixed the rupture."

Dr. Evans cursed. "The ischemic window was too long. The spinal cord is underperfused."

Dr. Miller, watching the vitals, muttered, "If this continues, he'll wake up paralysed."

Silence.

Then, all at once—the entire OR looked toward Lin Kai.

Lin Kai simply glanced toward the observation deck.

Where Su Yan had been.

She was gone.

Calling Back the Demon

Dr. Patel groaned. "We need her back."

Dr. Wallace, reluctant but resigned, sighed. "Where did she go?"

Dr. Evans turned to Lin Kai. "You brought her into this mess. You get her back."

Lin Kai tapped his earpiece. "Su Yan."

No response.

He sighed and tried again.

"Darling, your idiots need you."

This time, the earpiece crackled.

Then came her annoyed voice.

"Absolutely not."

Dr. Patel gasped. "Did she just refuse?!"

Lin Kai, completely unfazed, replied smoothly.

"They messed up again."

A long pause.

Then—

"…Are you kidding me?"

The sound of footsteps echoed over the speaker.

Dr. Wallace let out a slow breath. "Oh, thank God."

And then—the OR doors slammed open.

Su Yan Returns (And She's Pissed)

Su Yan stormed back in, now wearing a fresh pair of gloves.

She looked at the monitors.

She looked at the surgical field.

Then she looked at everyone else.

"You incompetent morons! I leave for five minutes, and you nearly paralyse the man?!"

Dr. Patel winced. "Technically, we haven't—"

"Shut up." Su Yan was already grabbing a vascular shunt. "Move."

Dr. Wallace, who normally never let anyone take over his surgeries, stepped aside without hesitation.

And just like before—she fixed it.

Her hands moved with impossible precision.

Within minutes, she had restored spinal cord perfusion, adjusted the clamp positioning, and stabilised the patient.

The moment she finished, she snapped off her gloves dramatically.

"If you people screw up again, I swear I'll let him die just to watch you explain it to Parliament."

Dr. Miller, watching her work, muttered, "She's terrifying."

Dr. Wallace exhaled. "She's also right."

Su Yan rolled her eyes.

Then—just as dramatically as before—she walked right back out.

And this time?

No one dared to stop her.