Freya hated it when people kept bringing up this matter.
And to make matters worse, it was an unreasonable request!
Forgiveness?
That was impossible in this lifetime.
“Eagle, I don’t want to see him, let alone listen to him speak,” Freya said.
After saying that, she turned around.
She had no intention of staying even for a moment longer.
A sharp scream cut through the air, abruptly silenced!
Freya turned back.
And saw Adam lying on the ground, writhing in agony. But he was unable to utter a cry. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Eagle.
Eagle said, “I’ve made sure he can’t make a sound. Now let’s get him further away.”
With that, he picked up Adam and walked towards the entrance.
He seemed effortless as if he was carrying a baby chick.
When Eagle returned, Freya said, “Thank you for your hard work,” and walked inside.
It must be said, professionals are different.
Eagle’s efficiency was high.
“Mrs Silverton.” Lane Glover saw Freya enter and immediately greeted her obsequiously.
Freya turned a blind eye and called out to Neo Miller not far away. “Bring the mechanical doctor to the conference room. I have something to discuss with him.”
An artificial heart was not just any heart. It was a mechanical device developed to replace the function of a human heart. This device required the precise craftsmanship of a professional.
“But Mr Donaldson is here,” Neo Miller said.
“Where is he?” Freya asked.
“He is currently talking with everyone. I’ll take you there,” Neo Miller said.
Freya followed him.
Soon, they heard Wesley Donaldson’s laughter.
Freya had now taken over his position, but Wesley Donaldson had not officially retired yet. This was still the transition phase.
When he saw Freya coming over, he smiled and said, “We agreed to a competition. Should we still proceed?”
No one said a word.
“What’s the point of continuing? We all support Mrs Silverton,” Lane Glover walked over and spoke first.
Wesley Donaldson waved his hand. “Once something has been agreed upon, we can’t back out. While I still have the authority, let’s take this opportunity to compare.”
He picked two people, “Trina, you used to be a cardiothoracic surgeon before joining the research institute. It’s widely recognized that you have exceptional suturing skills. Let’s compare your suturing skills with Freya.”
Then he pointed at Lane Glover. “You are the best at valve surgeries. Let’s compare the accuracy and speed of your valve surgeries with Freya. Whoever is faster and better wins.”
Lane and Trina were were the most formidable in the institute.
Wesley Donaldson deliberately chose them.
Once they truly admired Freya, Freya’s work would not face significant obstacles.
Lane Glover declined, “I’m not as skilled as Mrs Silverton…”
“Don’t be modest,” Wesley said.
Under his guidance, the competition proceeded.
It seemed like Wesley had come today specifically for this purpose, as he had already prepared several pig hearts.
The first round was Trina and Freya competing in suturing.
Surgery, especially suturing, was the critical final step.
Freya’s technique was fast, precise, and ruthless.
being fast meant she didn’t hesitate to make a move, being precise meant accurately judging the needle’s position, and ruthless meant remaining calm and detached.
After all, a real surgery involved a human being.
It was the human heart they were operating on.
As a cardiothoracic surgeon, one needed an incredibly strong inner self!
Neo Miller had witnessed how clean and precise Freya’s wound closures were. He was sure she would win.
Trina was also one of the top performers in this field in the country.
The competition ended, with the judgment made by the members of the institute!
Freya’s work was quick, with precise stitches that looked like they were sewn by a machine, without any awkwardness.
Trina was flustered and had made two poorly executed stitches.
The winner was obvious.
Likewise, in the competition with Lane Glover, Freya once again emerged victorious with her exceptional skills.
In truth, everyone had long admired Freya.
She was so young, yet had such achievements. She was a born doctor.
“I knew it. My judgment, my eye, isn’t wrong…” Wesley suddenly couldn’t catch his breath, clutching his chest, mouth wide open.
“Mr Donaldson…”
Everyone was dumbfounded.