Relief flowed over the doctors at Daemon's words, and Ellen moved to give the spot of
the lead surgeon to Dr. Feroma.
Dr. Feroma looked at the short-haired, unconscious girl on the bed, and his eyes clouded
with emotions.
Without further ado, he examined the wound and the X-ray images on the screens
before starting.
Ellen and the rest of the staff assisted him at his side.
Dr. Feroma didn't utter a single sound or raise his head throughout the two-hour
procedure.He finally finished removing all the metal shrapnel from the wound and did a
final examination before cleaning and closing up the wound in one fell swoop.
Ellen could not help but express her admiration after the surgery.
"Dr. Feroma, you have superb skills.You didn't have to look to know where the shrapnels
were, and you removed them immaculately.Your control and strength were flawless
even when a fragment was pressing on a nerve below her brain.There was simply no
room for error."
"Yes, that was amazing!" the other doctors praised, and the female doctor translated
what Ellen said to Dr. Feroma.
He removed his mask and said blandly, "No need to translate.Save the adulation and
take good care of the patient"
His gaze was drawn to Derila on the bed, the stormy look returning to his eyes.He
wasn't even aware when Sam called out for him.
"Dr. Feroma…Dr. Feroma…Dr. Feroma!"
He only snapped out of his reverie after Sam repeated his name several times.
"What?"
"We should leave now" Sam reminded politely.
"Okay."
Dr. Feroma removed his mask absentmindedly, his gaze flicking to the screen, and he
asked, "The person behind the screen, could you step out for a word?"
Meanwhile, Daemon was donning an isolation gown before going to Derila.His
hands stilled when he heard Dr. Feroma, and he motioned for Charles and the bodyguards
to keep an eye on Derila.He said, "After you, Dr. Feroma."
Charles mentioned that Derila insisted Daemon treat him with respect as a father
figure.
Daemon had dismissed that request with a "Nonsense, " but now that he was in
Dr. Feroma's presence, Daemon found himself regarding him with deference.
Sam assisted Dr. Feroma out of the room, and Daemon followed suit.
Although it was their first meeting, there was a peculiar sense of familiarity, as if they
had met somewhere before.
They both took a moment to size each other up before recognition lit up their eyes.
"It's you?"
"It's you!"
Memories from seven years ago rose unbidden in their mind, and surprise twinkled in
their eyes.
Derila had saved Daemon seven years ago, and he had spent half a month
convalescing in the mountains and met Dr. Feroma briefly.
She pointed to Dr. Feroma's silhouette at the time and remarked that he was the only
loved one she had in the world.
Dr. Feroma was aware that she had saved someone and that they had developed feelings
for each other.
However, Derila was still young, and Dr. Feroma strongly opposed their budding love
and limited her interaction with the outside world.
He told her to keep her identity private and not reveal her true name to anyone.
Thus, Daemon was kept in the dark about Derila's situation, but Dr. Feroma
remembered him.
Daemon had changed since seven years ago, so Dr. Feroma spoke in an incredulous
tone, despite being able to recognize him.
Daemon was convinced that Dr. Feroma was Derila's only loved one.
"I didn't understand why she believed you were the only person who could treat her, but
now-"
"Good, good, this is good!"
Dr. Feroma cut him off and exclaimed vehemently before taking his leave with his head
bowed, as though he had nothing to say or ask and was contented.
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