Chapter 423 Verdict

Knox's words struck with the force of a professional critique, aimed directly at Suzanna's dry needling technique.

What he really meant was that, even if Cameron's legs had been beyond repair, they certainly shouldn't have worsened to this extent.

Now, not only was he bleeding out, but there was a real risk of permanent paralysis.

A tense silence filled the room after Knox spoke. All eyes turned to Suzanna, whose complexion had drained to an unnatural pallor.

She hadn't expected Knox to criticize her so bluntly.

Flustered, she quickly tried to redirect the conversation. "Knox, maybe we should focus on minimizing the damage to Cameron's legs?" she suggested, her voice urgent.

"Paralysis can't happen. He's... he's too proud. How could he ever cope with that?" Suzanna's words trembled with genuine fear.

Anyone watching could have easily assumed that she didn't realize the electrodes causing Cameron's current state had come from her own hands.

"We need to start treatment now, Knox," she insisted, her voice tight with worry.

Knox noticed how shaken she was by the situation, and naturally, he assumed that such poor needlework couldn't have been her doing.

After all, the video the Stirlands elders had posted online-showing Suzanna's remarkable skill in microsurgery meridian suturing-had proven she was capable of far more sophisticated procedures. She had the ability.

But dry needling wasn't her strong suit, which was why Mr. Shield Sr. had taken her on as an apprentice in the first place.

However, Knox didn't see her as an amateur.

Given her expertise in meridian suturing, she could be skilled enough to be his teacher.

But he was the elder, so out of respect, he had insisted she call him Knox.

The more he thought about it, the prouder he felt of her. It only deepened his admiration.

Before entering the operating room, he patted her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her.

"Don't worry, Suzanna. Since he's your brother, I'll do what I can to help.

"If his legs hadn't already been this badly damaged, I'm sure you would have been able to handle it on your own. Your skill with meridian suturing could have turned this around.noveldrama

"The Veinspire Codex is a powerful tool, but it's too aggressive. It either restores blood flow or risks a fatal clash between the patient's vital forces. You're still young; it's understandable that controlling it would be difficult."

Knox moved to disinfect his hands and put on a sterile gown, ready for the surgery.

Meanwhile, the experts outside the operating room were stunned.

They all instantly recalled the infamous meridian suturing livestream—an event that had made waves in the neurology world.

It had almost become legendary. The only catch was that the surgeon had never removed her mask, so

no one knew the identity of the genius behind it.

Now, however, the mystery was solved.

The surgeon from that groundbreaking livestream was Suzanna.

It almost felt like a joke.

But after giving it more thought, the others realized it wasn't all that surprising. After all, they were all from Sommerville-a place where all the bluebloods knew each other. It wasn't a secret that Mr. Shield Sr. had always had a soft spot for Suzanna.

Over time, however, Mr. Shield Sr. had grown ill and opted to spend most of his days at a care facility, away from the busy world.

Still, it was well-known in the medical field that Suzanna had studied under his guidance when she was young.

Mr. Shield Sr. himself had often boasted about it, saying, "Suzanna's skills? I taught her myself. I could say she was trained to take over from me."

He would laugh softly and add, "Too bad she was so headstrong. She didn't want to follow the path I set for her. She was dead-set on going into entertainment and studying dance...

"But children grow up, don't they? They want their own things, and there's nothing you can do to change that."

When Mr. Shield Sr. talked about Suzanna's upbringing, his voice was always full of warmth and affection.

To someone outside their circle, it might have sounded like he was complaining that his granddaughter had left medicine behind.

But anyone who truly knew him could tell he wasn't lamenting at all.

He was quietly bragging, clearly proud of the woman Suzanna had become.