Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody and Edward) novel Chapter 417

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.