Chapter 411

"Evelyn, could you do Uncle Dempsey a favor?"

Uncle Dempsey rubbed his hands together, hesitating as he looked at me.

I set down my napkin. "What is it, Uncle?"

"The Banyan Group project..." He sighed. "The Hamiltons suddenly interfered. Now the entire project is at a standstill."

Vivian's head snapped up. "Dad!"

"I know, I know." Uncle Dempsey waved his hands. "But this really concerns the survival of our family."

I frowned slightly. "Uncle, Alexander and I are already divorced."

"I know this puts you in a difficult position." Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "But Banyan is our lifeline. The Hamiltons just acquired their raw material factory. Our processing plant will soon run out of supplies."

Vivian stomped her foot in frustration. "Dad! You can't ask Evelyn to do this!"

"I don't want to either." His voice trembled. "The bank loan is due soon. The factory is mortgaged. If this project fails—"

Ring!

The shrill phone call cut him off.

He answered, his face instantly turning pale. "What?! I'll be right there!"

Vivian grabbed his arm. "What happened?"

"Your grandmother..." His voice shook. "She suddenly collapsed!"

I stood immediately. "I'm coming with you."

The wail of an ambulance siren pierced the night.

I jumped into the vehicle and was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Dr. Yang?"

"Dr. Carter?" He was checking Grandma Dempsey's pupils. "It doesn't look good."

Tears welled up in Vivian's eyes. "Last week's checkup said she was stable!"

Dr. Yang shook his head. "Elderly brain hemorrhages can recur anytime. You know this, Dr. Carter."

My heart sank.

The CT room's fluorescent lights stung my eyes.

The head of neurosurgery, Dr. Wang, studied the scans with a grim expression. "The bleeding is extensive. We need to perform a craniotomy immediately."

Crash!

Uncle Dempsey knocked over a nearby instrument tray.

"How... risky is the surgery?" His voice was hoarse.

Dr. Wang sighed. "Given her age, it's dangerous. But it's the only option."

"Do it!" Vivian said firmly.

Dr. Wang glanced at me uneasily. "The problem is... Dr. Jiang, the only one who can perform this surgery, is at an academic conference in the capital."

I pulled out my phone. "I'll arrange a transfer to Provincial Hospital."

"It won't work." He shook his head. "This conference has gathered nearly all the top neurosurgeons in the province."

Vivian's phone clattered to the floor. "Then... what do we do?"

"There's only one way." Dr. Wang took a deep breath. "Transport the patient to the capital via private jet. All the specialists are there, and they have the best surgical facilities."

"I'll book a flight now!"

"No." Dr. Wang was firm. "The patient requires continuous medical monitoring. Commercial flights can't provide that."

I met his gaze. "Tell me what you need."

"A private jet equipped with medical facilities." He checked his watch. "And we need to move fast. The golden window for treating brain hemorrhages is only six hours."

The room fell silent.

Vivian's tears fell soundlessly.

I clenched my fists. "I'll figure something out."