Chapter 672: Surgery

It was late at night. The neighborhood was quiet, and a specially modified ambulance was parked at the front of the villa. After pausing briefly, it began moving again, flanked by four escort vehicles as it drove out of the city. An hour later, the scene shifted to the intensive care unit of a private hospital.

Ian’s POV:

I watched as they wheeled in the ice coffin and quickly pulled Benjamin to the side. “Didn’t I tell you a coma, beyond waking? Why bring him here?”

“We need your facility for surgery,” Benjamin replied calmly.

“A surgery? On him? You can’t be serious,” I said, shocked.

Even though I haven’t been practicing medicine for long, I am considered a leading authority in werewolf medical circles. Am I not aware whether there’s any chance of him waking up? Unless his inner wolf is stirred, his chances are slim. Rash surgery could only further harm him.

However, as I made my point, Benjamin’s face remained stoic, and Hayley beside him was just as grave.

“You’re serious,” I said with a sigh, seeing their earnest faces.

“No.” I hesitated for a moment, then stepped in front of them, blocking the way. “I’m a doctor; I uphold professional ethics. You’re playing with his life—I can’t allow it!”

Just then, Claudio, clad in a white coat, passed by. I stared at him, and then it hit me—he was the surgeon. I intercepted him immediately.

“Hey!” I snapped. “Where do you think you’re going, charlatan? Performing surgery under these circumstances?”

“Do you realize the risks of brain surgery? He could die at any second. Are you prepared to handle that?”

“Sure,” Claudio replied with a smirk. “I take full responsibility. You’re quite the looker, so of course, I’ll be responsible!”

Was this guy hitting on me? I’m not into guys! I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.

“We’re talking about a life here! This is serious, stop messing around!”

“If he dies, can you live with that on your conscience?”

“It’s fine if you’re willing to take risks, but don’t bring a disaster to my operating room!” I declared, looking up arrogantly with a completely uncooperative stance.

“You’ll come around,” Claudio said with a smirk, casually reaching into his coat pocket as he spoke.

“Heh, I’d never agree to let a charlatan like you…” Claudio. I began, but my words trailed off as I locked eyes with…

Suddenly, from the side, a cloud of white powder was thrown. I tried to shield myself with my hand, but it was too late—I had already inhaled a lot of it. My legs buckled beneath me, and I lost all strength, leaning against the wall and sliding down, just managing to keep from collapsing completely.

“You… you drugged me?!” I gasped out in disbelief, my voice weak and trembling.