Chapter 6 Augustus Is Very Angry

Augustus arrived with a team of top surgeons. As soon as he received news that Sebastian had been shot, he rushed to the hospital with his medical unit.

Augustus's features hardened into a frigid mask, his voice dropping to a bone-chilling edge. "Didn't I order you to wait until our team arrived before operating?"

"The situation was too critical; we couldn't afford to wait."

Samuel's eyes flickered, a plan quickly forming in his mind. "Why don't I turn on the operating room feed? That way, the experts can watch the surgery in real time and offer suggestions as needed."

Augustus gave a stiff nod.

In the observation room, the surveillance camera slowly zoomed in. A girl who looked no more than eighteen years old stood in the central position, holding a scalpel with the poise of a lead surgeon.

Augustus's expression soured instantly.

"What is going on here?"

He couldn't believe they would let an eighteen-year-old girl perform a such a major surgery.

It felt as though they were treating his grandfather's life like a joke.

Witnessing Augustus's fury, Samuel felt a surge of secret satisfaction, though he maintained a mask of pain and helplessness.

"Mr. Winthrop, please don't be angry. Originally, Bentley and I were in charge of the surgery, but this little girl suddenly intruded halfway through, and Eric vouched for her. You know... Dr. Eric is George Johnson's grandson. When he speaks up, how could I possibly say no?"

As Samuel spoke, he pitifully pulled up his sleeve, revealing a jagged, blood-red scar on his arm.

"As a doctor, I understand this is a matter of life and death. Even if it means offending the Johnson family, I'm not afraid. I tried my best to stop them from proceeding with the surgery, but it was useless."

Samuel let out a heavy sigh. "I was outnumbered and defenseless. Not only did I fail to stop them, but their people shoved me aside and I scraped my arm on a chair."

The Johnson family was internationally renowned in the medical world. Even the leaders of many countries treated them with respect.

Eric's willingness to work at Hopewell Medical Center was only because the hospital director shared a long-standing relationship with George.

Samuel had now shifted all the blame onto Eric and Cynthia. This strategy served a dual purpose: protecting the hospital and uprooting Eric—a thorn in his side—from the institution's future.

Even if the hospital couldn't be saved, he would at least leave a good impression on Augustus to secure his own prospects.

He relished the thought of what seemed like a win-win situation.

"You are being irresponsible with the patient's life!"

One of the experts standing behind Augustus erupted, stepping forward. "The most important factor in surgery is experience. How old is that child? She has probably never even set foot in an operating room, yet you dare let her operate? This is absolute madness."

Augustus looked up, his cold gaze as sharp as a blade.

Everyone in the observation room shuddered, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath their feet.

"Mr. Winthrop," one of the doctors ventured, his voice trembling. "Bentley is the hospital's most experienced surgeon, and Eric is the most talented of the younger generation. With the two of them present, there shouldn't be a problem. Besides, that girl may look young, but when Sebastian's condition was critical, she devised the solution that temporarily stabilized him."

Augustus frowned, his eyes deep and unreadable.

"I need a one hundred percent guarantee."

He looked up, his chilling gaze falling on the doctor. "Can you guarantee that?"

The doctor's face went ashen, and he immediately fell silent.

No one dared to speak up anymore.

"Patch through to the operating room," Augustus commanded. "Tell them to stop the surgery immediately and clear the way for the experts."

Augustus's patience had hit its limit. He remained composed only because there were more important matters to handle.

Once Sebastian was out of danger, he would settle the account with everyone involved.

Samuel immediately opened the communication line, his voice broadcasting into the operating room through the speaker.

"Mr. Winthrop orders you to stop the surgery immediately. A professional team will take over now."

The surgery had reached its most critical stage—stopping was impossible. Bentley looked at the surveillance camera uneasily. Before he could answer, a spine-chilling male voice boomed through the speaker.

"I'm giving you five seconds. Get out now."

The voice made it clear Augustus was barely suppressing his anger. No one dared to challenge the Winthrop family's power. Bentley looked at Cynthia with hesitantly.

"Miss, maybe we should stop."

He added, "Let the professional team take over. Maybe they can stabilize Sebastian's situation."

Cynthia remained focused, completely immersed in the surgery without lifting her head.

The tension in the observation room was suffocating, as if the air itself had been sucked out.

Augustus's expression grew grim.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

The countdown echoed through the operating room like a death knell.

Cynthia ignored the commotion, but she noticed that the young nurse applying pressure to the wound had started trembling.

The shaking would compromise her incision.

"It's too noisy."

Without stopping her work, Cynthia spoke calmly.

Before Bentley could react, he saw Eric stride away from the operating table, strip off his gloves, and rip the speaker next to the camera.

A sharp burst of static erupted in the observation room, making the stifling atmosphere even more suffocating.

That woman's audacity, the chaotic noise echoing in the observation room—everything seemed to fray Augustus's last nerve.

He suddenly stood up, his expression so menacing that he looked ready to kill.

Samuel quickly unplugged the audio line, and the room finally returned to silence.

"Mr. Winthrop..."

Samuel's voice trembled. "You saw that, right? Eric and that woman are completely barbaric. When I tried to stop them earlier, they treated me the same way."

Samuel was fanning the flames. From what he could see, Hopewell Medical Center was doomed. All he could do now was leave a good impression on Augustus.

"I've been a doctor for almost ten years, and I've always prioritized patient safety. Seeing them be so irresponsible and refuse to listen to any advice, I truly regret joining this hospital."

The other doctors, witnessing Samuel's behavior, struggled to contain their anger.

Everyone could tell he was trying to distance himself from the hospital and shirk all responsibility.

However, under such intense pressure, no one dared to call out Samuel's shamelessness while Augustus was in such a foul mood.

If they turned on each other now, they would probably be dealt with immediately.

Augustus, suppressing his rage, asked the experts behind him, "What would happen if we went in and interrupted the surgery now?"

An expert answered with difficulty, "If the surgery is forcibly interrupted, it could lead to a bacterial infection or massive bleeding."

Augustus clenched his fists. Before he could process the situation, he heard Samuel's shocked cry.

Samuel pointed at the monitor, his whole body shaking.

"Massive bleeding!"

Augustus looked over. Blood surged from Sebastian's wound like an uncontrolled fountain, staining the sterile drape with vivid patches of crimson.

Veins bulged on Augustus's forehead. He could no longer maintain his composure.

"Get in there now!"