The Lesson Begins

They had thought the worst was over.

They had thought that, finally, they were out of the danger zone.

They had thought they wouldn't need to beg Su Yan again.

They were wrong.

Because twenty minutes after she left, the impossible happened.

The Nightmare Begins

It started with subtle warning signs.

Dr. Wallace: "BP's drifting lower again… 90 over 50."

Dr. Patel: "Neural responses are getting sluggish."

Dr. Evans: "There's still some minor leakage—wait."

And then—the monitors blared.

Vascular collapse.

It shouldn't have been possible.

They had sealed the graft.

They had restored circulation.

They had triple-checked their sutures.

But when Dr. Evans re-examined the anastomosis, his face went pale.

"There's a micro-leak."

Wallace swore. "Where?"

Evans gritted his teeth. "Right where we—"

Then he stopped.

Because he knew.

And so did everyone else.

The mistake had been from earlier.

When Su Yan had corrected their stitching technique, they had followed orders—

But they hadn't completely corrected their own errors.

And now, the graft was failing.

Dr. Miller: "BP's crashing—60 over 30!"

Dr. Patel: "Neural readings unstable!"

Dr. Wallace: "If we don't fix this NOW, he's dead!"

Lin Kai Holds the Line

With no other choice, Lin Kai moved first.

Dr. Evans: "Lin, what's the plan?"

Lin Kai's voice was calm, but sharp.

"Hold the clamp. Reinforce the outer sutures. Keep the perfusion levels steady."

He was fast, stabilising the area as best as he could.

But even he knew—

This was a temporary fix.

They needed Su Yan.

Dr. Wallace exhaled. "Someone get her back in here."

Dr. Patel: "She's going to kill us."

Dr. Evans: "Yeah, but if we don't get her, Halifax dies first."

Summoning the Demon (Again)

Lin Kai, without looking up, activated his earpiece.

"Darling."

No response.

Lin Kai sighed. "We need you."

Silence.

Then—

A slow, cold voice came through.

"You're joking."

Dr. Patel visibly flinched. "Oh, we're dead."

Lin Kai, ever unfazed, replied smoothly. "They messed up again."

A long pause.

Then—the doors slammed open.

Su Yan's Wrath

Su Yan stormed in, looking completely, utterly done.

Her gaze swept over the surgical field.

She saw Lin Kai stabilising the vascular structure.

She saw Dr. Wallace holding pressure.

She saw Dr. Evans and Patel looking like condemned men.

Then, very slowly, she turned to face the entire surgical team.

And spoke—sweetly.

"So let me get this straight."

"I tell you idiots your sutures are wrong."

"You don't fix them properly."

"I leave, thinking the job is done."

"And now, you're calling me back to save your asses. Again."

Silence.

Dr. Evans tried to speak. "Technically—"

"Shut up, Evans."

Dr. Wallace cleared his throat. "We just—"

"Shut up, Wallace."

Su Yan's gaze slowly turned to Lin Kai.

"And you."

Lin Kai blinked. "Yes, darling?"

Her voice was dangerously calm.

"Why did you let them continue when you knew they weren't fixing it properly?"

Lin Kai paused.

Then—for the first time in the entire surgery—

He looked guilty.

"…I overestimated them."

Su Yan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Well. That was stupid."

Lin Kai nodded. "Yes. Very."

Dr. Patel whispered to Dr. Evans. "Even Lin's getting scolded."

Dr. Evans whispered back. "She's a monster."

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

Su Yan Takes Over (Properly, This Time)

"Scalpel."

The instrument was handed to her immediately.

This time, she wasn't just correcting.

She was rebuilding.

Her hands moved with inhuman precision.

Every stitch was perfectly aligned.

Every reinforcement was flawless.

Every correction was absolute.

And as they watched her work—all the surgeons knew.

They weren't surgeons in her presence.

They were students.

By the time she finished, the vascular structure was better than it had been before.

The monitors stabilised.

Lord Ashton Halifax was no longer at risk.

And finally—it was over.

The Final Words

Su Yan stepped back, pulled off her gloves, and exhaled sharply.

Then she turned to the entire surgical team.

"You lot are useless."

"Fix your technique. Fix your judgment. Fix your lives."

"And next time?"

She smiled sweetly.

"Don't waste my time."

Then, she turned on her heel—and left.

Again.

This time?

No one dared to call her back.