Chapter 54

Nash’s gloves were covered in blood. He turned to the nurses and said, “Prepare for a blood transfusion.” Since the Watsons had prepared a private ward for their wife, a supply of her blood type should already be available. A nurse immediately retrieved two blood bags from a safe, while another gathered gauze and surgical instruments.

The doctor’s instructions were abrupt; he began the operation without further explanation. The Watsons looked on with worry. Queenie approached her grandfather, whispering, “Grandpa, are you sure about this man operating on Grandma?” His treatment of her grandmother's wrist with the scalpel seemed anything but standard procedure.

“Then why don’t you treat her?” Walter frowned, his gaze sharp on Queenie. While Nash’s methods were unconventional, he had at least identified parasitic insects missed by the X-ray.

The nurses administered the blood transfusion with practiced skill, their training evident. Nash clipped off the old woman’s sleeve, then pressed two fingers to her shoulder, slowly moving towards her wrist. With each movement, small white insects fell into a tray. The stainless steel tray filled with flesh, blood, and wriggling insects caused a collective shudder among the observing Watsons. Queenie’s face paled; she sought comfort beside her parents.

Nash then incised the old woman’s other wrist and both ankles, before finally opening a hole in her skull. The gruesome scene proved too much for the Watsons, who left the room one by one. Walter also averted his gaze. He loved his wife deeply and had sought the best medical care for her. Over the past few years, he'd engaged top medical teams domestically and internationally, and donated billions to charitable medical funds in hopes of saving her. To secure Nash’s services, Walter had paid Brian thirty million for his assistance and a hundred million to compensate for Kai's actions. Nash had then requested an additional hundred million in consultation fees, a sum Walter readily agreed to. This was all driven by his love for his wife; he only hoped she would wake.

Brian offered soft comfort, “Mr. Watson, don’t worry. My grandmaster will heal the madam.”

“I hope so,” Walter replied, his expression melancholic. He glanced subtly at Nash. If his wife didn't awaken, Nash wouldn't be leaving the residence anytime soon. He was willing to pay any price for a successful treatment.

Brian, sensing the shift in Walter's demeanor, felt a tightening of his own nerves. He knew Walter's respect stemmed from his wife's need for treatment. Should Nash fail, both he and his grandmaster would likely remain there. Brian wiped his sweat and silently prayed for Nash's success.

Nash's operation lasted three hours. The nurses nearly fainted several times. Nash had painstakingly removed over a dozen insects from the old woman’s skull before closing it.

“We need special instruments to suture the skull,” a nurse stated, confused.

“Let me,” Nash said, taking the needle and thread, expertly piercing the skull. His swift, efficient work left the nurses speechless.