Carol rose gracefully, wearing a warm smile, and followed the nurse out. After the pre-surgery check, it was confirmed that Carol’s health was stable enough for the operation.

Inside the operating room, Katelyn carefully took out the Spring Snow Herb and began grinding it into a fine powder.

As Carol was brought in after her examination, Katelyn handed her a cup filled with the prepared herbal mixture. Her voice was calm and soothing.

“Carol, please drink this.”

Carol’s gaze softened as she looked at Katelyn. Without hesitation, she accepted the Spring Snow Herb mixture and drank it. As the liquid flowed through her, a comforting warmth spread throughout her body. The sensation was strange, yet pleasant.

Surprised, she turned to Katelyn and said, “I feel more energized than before.”

It was truly remarkable.

Katelyn offered a reassuring smile.

“Yes, this will give you the energy needed to handle the surgery better.”

Given her age, undergoing such a major procedure would be incredibly taxing.

Katelyn gently assisted Carol, saying, “Let me help you.”

Once Carol was settled on the operating table, Katelyn turned to the anesthesiologist standing by and instructed, “Let’s get started.”

The surgical team, accustomed to Katelyn’s methods from countless previous procedures, carried out their roles with unwavering professionalism and precision.

As the anesthesia took effect, Carol’s eyes slowly fluttered shut. The surgery lasted an intense four hours, with Katelyn executing every step with unmatched care and attention to detail. When the procedure was finished, dawn had already begun to break.

Outside the operating room, Neil had been sitting in his wheelchair, anxiously waiting for four long hours. His chest tightened with unease, consumed by worry and uncertainty about the results.

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Despite his grievances with Carol, the fact that the oil rights had ended up with Katelyn didn’t change one thing—Carol was still his grandmother, and he couldn’t help but feel concerned.

At that moment, Lise appeared from around the corner, moving slowly in her hospital gown.

Neil’s face darkened, his expression hardening with irritation.

“Why are you here? You’re not welcome here.”

Tears gathered in Lise’s eyes as she lowered her gaze and said softly, “Neil, I just wanted to check if Carol is okay.”

Her fragile appearance was carefully crafted to inspire sympathy. She raised her head slowly, a single tear glistening on her pale face, making her look even more pitiful. This was Lise’s usual strategy—she knew exactly how to manipulate Neil’s emotions.

But this time, it had no effect. Neil’s eyes were cold with contempt as he responded icily, “In the past, I cared for you deeply and overlooked your actions, but you continuously hurt my grandmother. Do you really think shedding tears in front of me now will change anything?”

He had once given Lise everything she desired because of his love for her, but her constant disregard for his boundaries had become intolerable.

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