Chapter 222
In the room, Flora lay on her bed, chatting away with Connor on her phone. Crimson sat next to her, typing furiously on her laptop. The butler had left some food on the table, but neither had touched it. They had just eaten, and frankly, they weren’t in the mood for anything from the Bryant family.
Flora had just sent Connor a funny sticker when his message popped up, [What are you doing?]
[Hanging out with a friend. How’s everything with your mom?]
[Almost sorted. I’ll be back as soon as I can.]
Flora sent back a sticker that said, [Waiting for you.]
“Seraphine?” A knock on the door was followed by Jordan’s voice.
Flora sat up and opened the door. “Is she awake?”
Jordan walked in with the butler, who was all smiles. “She hasn’t woken up yet, but she looks a lot better. Ms. Seraphine, your medical skills are truly impressive.”
Rubbing his hands together eagerly, the butler
Jordan looked anxiously at Flora too.
“There is.” Flora nodded.
Ked, “Is there a permanent cure for the young lady’s condition?”
“What is it?” The butler’s excitement was palpable.
“A craniotomy.” Flora hooked a chair with her foot and dragged it behind her to sit down. “But this would be my first time performing one. I’m not sure about the success rate.”
She had seen Jules perform many neurosurgeries and had assisted him when there was a shortage of hands. But that was just as an assistant. Leading a craniotomy would be a first for her.
“There’s another, safer method,” Flora said, watching the butler and Jordan’s faces change. “I can craft some special sachets and essential oils. As long as she keeps them with her, they can suppress the symptoms. However, it’s only a temporary fix, and there’s no telling when she might fall ill again.”
Flora laid out the options clearly for Jordan. The decision was theirs. His brows furrowed, and his usually sharp gaze now carried a hint of confusion as he weighed the options.
Flora waited patiently without rushing them.
After a moment, Jordan spoke up. “I choose the first option, a craniotomy.”
He said it with a weight in his voice, as if the words were forced out. His daughter had suffered enough, and rather than living like this indefinitely, it was worth risking a daring attempt.
“Seraphine, if you can save my daughter, you will be well compensated.”
“I’ll take the fee I deserve.” Flora’s requested fee wasn’t exorbitant, fifty million. If it weren’t for a friend’s request, she wouldn’t have come even for several billion.
Flora asked Jordan to prepare what was needed for the surgery. She had considered performing the surgery at home, but the lack of a sterile environment could increase the risk of infection. However, Jordan had already instructed his staff to build a sterile operating room. Because his eldest daughter had a unique condition, he had feared this day might come and had prepared a sterile operating room at home well in advance.
The surgery would be challenging for Flora to perform alone. She asked Crimson to assist her. Crimson had worked under Jules for a while, and though her talent wasn’t as high as Flora’s, personal coaching from Jules meant her neurosurgery skills were decent. Assisting with the operation would be no problem.
But the two of them alone wouldn’t be enough. After some thought, Flora told Jordan, “Find us another doctor, preferably a neurosurgeon.”
