Chapter 6

So that’s it.

I stared at the surgery approval form in Chloe Davis’s hand, stamped with the red designation “001.” It suddenly clicked.

Their target, all along, was Madam 001’s heart transplant surgery.

This was the kind of elite surgery that could immortalize an entire medical team and secure national special grants.

I slowly lifted my head. Chloe’s eyes were filled with pure greed, while Brandon Miller, standing nearby, wore a cold expression, clearly condoning everything.

This was their trap.

No wonder they waited until now to divorce me, no wonder they were only just now kicking me out.

Because there were regulations stating that once a surgery of this caliber was completed, the lead surgeon would directly qualify for an academy fellowship nomination.

They probably thought that if they dragged it out past the public announcement period, that honor would be securely placed on Chloe’s head.

I burst out laughing.

Brandon’s face turned grim. “What are you laughing at? Chloe Davis is a top expert trained at a world-renowned university! She’s performed surgeries for multiple important U.S. figures! Her abilities are a million times stronger than yours!”

“Amelia Hayes, without Harmony Medical Center, you are nothing. The title of national master surgeon will soon be Chloe’s.”

I smiled, handing over the encrypted USB drive. “Dr. Davis, I wish you a smooth surgery for Patient 001.”

I couldn’t wait to see how someone who had faked her way into the medical system would pass Patient 001’s pre-operative review.

I’d forgotten to tell them: Patient 001’s medical file was personally established by my father back in the day.

That night, a black sedan slid silently to a stop.

The window rolled down, revealing Professor Maxwell’s eyes – wrinkled, yet still sharp.

He was the Head of Patient 001’s Security Detail, and my beloved mentor.