Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody)

Chapter 417 Operation

"Ms. Tucker, Martin's condition ... I'm afraid surgery isn't possible. His body has been in a vegetative state for so long that it can't endure another major operation."

Craig, now dressed in sterile surgical gear, entered.

After his earlier role in assisting Melody, he felt the need to prove himself, especially after their previous experience.

"I know," Melody replied, her tone steady, though the situation weighed heavily on her.

"That's why I'm only using the electrode this time."

Her eyes were focused, but inside, she was aware of the gravity of the situation. No one understood better than Melody how serious things had become.

After Tyrell had spent everything to cure her childhood condition-a result of a medication overdose that had left her nearly in a coma-she developed a near-photographic memory.

Once something was in her mind, it was as if it were etched there forever. She couldn't forget.

Craig's eyes widened. "Ms. Tucker, you already have the Veinspire Codex?"

Several Stirland doctors in the room exchanged looks. Some had quietly watched the boxing match live- streamed earlier and now murmured among themselves.

"No, the actual Veinspire Codex was borrowed by Suzanna. It's in the operating room across the hall. She's preparing to use it on Cameron's leg."

"Ms. Tucker," one doctor suggested in a hushed tone, "why don't we go get the Veinspire Codex for the prin-Mr. Martin's safety?

"We are royal physicians. We're trained to handle both a scalpel and a weapon when necessary ... The Stirlands were renowned for their medical expertise, the best in the world. Their reputation was formidable, and it made them arrogant, perhaps too much so.

To them, Melody was still young, and without the Veinspire Codex, what she was attempting seemed reckless.

It was like trying to fight fire with a matchstick, using needles without fully understanding the risks. Melody raised her hand, stopping their chatter.

"No need. I've seen it once.

"I've memorized it.

"Let's begin."

The Stirland doctors stood speechless.

She had seen it once, and now she was ready to perform the procedure herself.

They couldn't help but wonder if this was typical of Cleussau medicine-bold and unafraid of taking risks.

But they didn't question her. After all, she was no ordinary young woman-she was the royal family's treasure, someone whose standing they couldn't afford to undermine.

Meanwhile, in the operating room across the hall, Suzanna had already donned her sterile surgical gown.

With precise movements, she picked

up the electrode and followed the

pressure points from the Veinspire Codex, slowly inserting it

Cameron's leg muscles...

Suzanna held the electrode with steady hands. The electrode, imported by her Aunt Wendy from

overseas, was a fine piece of equipment.

Arnold had insisted she use it when she decided to study dry needling.

"Good tools for a good student," he had told her.

She appeared calm and focused, placing each needle carefully, but there was more to her movements than just precision.

She was very aware of the cameras capturing her every action.

Before entering, Suzanna had arranged for a live broadcast from Melody's operating room, ensuring she'd be in the spotlight as well.

Suzanna knew that Melody couldn't possibly help Martin without the Veinspire Codex, and attempting the procedure without it was a reckless risk.

If Melody failed, the blame would be heavy. Suzanna wanted to make

sure everyone saw it as

such

ecially when the stakes

were so high.

As she worked, Suzanna intended to highlight her own expertise in contrast to Melody's lack of experience.

If things went wrong, it would only prove that Melody was the one to blame.

After all, Suzanna had learned from the very best, a celebrated dry needling specialist from the renowned Stirland team in Avenstras.

She inserted each electrode with care, following the Veinspire Codex and locating the pressure points on Cameron's legs.

Her technique, though careful, lacked the fluidity of someone truly skilled. She was still learning, still imperfect.

Soon, Mr. Norman, watching from outside the sterile room, couldn't contain his frustration. His voice rang out harshly through the glass.

"Three needles, and two of them are wrong? You can't even follow the instructions! You call this dry needling? You're wasting my time!"

Mr. Norman's temper was well known, and he didn't hesitate to call out Suzanna's shortcomings. Beside him, Sean was watching with a sinking feeling. His voice cracked as he spoke.

"Suzanna, I know you're worried about Cameron, but if you're too shaky to do this right, maybe you should step aside.'

He couldn't shake the worry about Cameron's legs. Was Suzanna really the right person for this task? Sean watched in silence.

A heavy unease settled over him.

Something about the situation didn't sit right.