Chapter 61
Although Brenda had agreed to let Brynn assist in the surgery, the fact remained—she was operating without a medical license. This procedure carried immense risks. To prevent unnecessary complications, Dr. Caldwell ordered all medical personnel involved to remain silent and keep the matter strictly confidential. But…
Dr. Creed, who had just been fired, was seething with resentment. While Dr. Caldwell’s team was busy preparing for surgery, Dr. Creed hid in the shadows, secretly recording everything on his phone. The moment Brynn and the others entered the operating room, he let out a cold sneer and immediately uploaded the footage online.
He even slapped on a sensational headline: “[Shocking!] [A shady hospital allows an unlicensed individual to perform surgery—Is this the collapse of ethics or the corruption of humanity?]” Beneath the video, he spun an elaborate web of lies. He painted Brynn as a heartless fraud, someone willing to risk lives just to make a quick buck and feed her own ego. He slandered Dr. Caldwell as a lust-driven fool who let a beautiful woman toy with patients’ lives.
The moment the post went live, it exploded in popularity, drawing a flood of furious comments: “[Oh my God, who is this woman? She doesn’t even have a medical license, and she dares to operate?!]” “[Which hospital is this? OP, hurry up and expose them so we know to stay away!]” “[Bless you, OP. Be careful—they might come after you!]”
Within minutes, the post shot up the trending charts. But alongside the outrage, some voices of skepticism emerged. Amid the growing buzz, Kylie—who had been casually scrolling through her phone at home—suddenly saw the video pop up in her feed. She had no real interest in these kinds of scandals and was about to swipe past when something caught her eye.
At first, Kylie thought she had misread it, but after watching it twice, she confirmed that the woman in the video was Brynn! “Well, well. What perfect timing. Brynn, you just dug your own grave.” Holding her phone, Kylie’s lips curled into a sinister smile as she immediately started buying bots to flood the comments with slander.
Within minutes, the internet was buzzing with people claiming to know Brynn, each “exposing” her supposed dark secrets: “[Oh, I know her! Trust me, her private life is a total mess.]” “[Anyone from our circle knows—nobody dares get too close. She’s dirty.]” “[I was her classmate, and I swear on my honor, she has NEVER studied medicine!]”
With these relentless accusations flooding the post, most netizens took them at face value, eagerly joining the witch hunt against Brynn and the hospital. Brynn, you’re finished. Kylie’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched the comments roll in.
At that same moment, inside the operating room, at the start of the surgery, Dr. Caldwell had been incredibly tense. He was genuinely worried that Brynn’s skills were nothing more than amateurish bravado. His grip on the scalpel had never felt so unsteady. But as time passed, his expression shifted—from anxiety to utter astonishment.
Brynn, fully masked, worked with unwavering focus. With practiced precision, she inserted silver needles into Paul’s acupoints using a technique that was both fluid and calculated. Her slender, fair hands moved gracefully, almost like a dance across the patient’s body. Each needle landed swiftly, accurately, and decisively. It was a technique long thought to be lost—the Flowing Technique. Only that Divine Doctor was said to have mastered this ancient method. Was the First Lady the apprentice of that Divine Doctor?