Chapter 567 Monica and Wade stared in disbelief. "You mean Citrine performed the surgery herself?" They had assumed Citrine was simply overseeing the operation alongside the other specialists, never imagining she would actually be involved hands-on.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe nurse, overhearing their conversation, paused in surprise. "Aren't you close to the president? How could you not know?" She continued, a touch of pride in her voice, "Our president is the star expert at Crestwood Medical Research Center. She rarely steps into the operating room herself, but when she does, there's nothing to worry about. Your surgery was performed personally by her, so you're really in the best hands." The nurse's admiration was obvious, her face glowing with pride as she spoke.
Hearing the words "important people," Hilda's eyes lit up.
This was the first tshe truly understood Citrine's accomplishments and reputation in the medical field. She couldn't help but be stunned. "Citrine is incredible. To have achieved so much by eighteen-there can't be another person in the world like her." An eighteen-year-old CEO of a listed corporation, bestselling author, leading expert at Crestwood Medical Research Center, and the enigmatic president behind it all—any one of these titles would be enough to turn heads.
The nurse, clearly delighted by Hilda's praise, beceven more enthusiastic, her eyes shining as if she'd found a kindred spirit. "Our president isn't just brilliant —she's compassionate too. When she saw how many people were dying from the flu outbreak, she worked six days and nights straight without sleep to develop a new antiviral, and she designed a whole range of treatment protocols. Without her, I don't know how we would've gotten through this epidemic." Monica, Wade, and Hilda all stared at the nurse, stunned-and, beneath the shock, unmistakably proud. None of them had realized Citrine was the one behind the breakthrough flu treatment and the new protocols. For generations, the Saunders family had made their mark in business, yet now they had a scientific genius among them-just thinking about it was electrifying. Suddenly, the nurse's face brightened with curiosity. She grinned at the three of them, her tone turning playful. "So, what's your connection to our president anyway? She didn't just pull sstrings for you-she even let you use her private recovery suite for the surgery. And you should know, she's a bit of a neat freak-no one's allowed in there except the cleaning crew, and even that's rare!" The excitement in the room was palpable, especially for Hilda. Her heart pounded with pride as she took it all in. After a moment, she smiled and said, "We're family." She hesitated to reveal more, not wanting to expose the mother-daughter relationship without Citrine's consent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe nurse nodded knowingly. "That explains it. The president treats you all so differently." Catching the nurse's excitement, Hilda smiled and asked, "You really like your president, don't you?" "Of course!" the nurse replied instantly. "Honestly, I think everyone at the research center admires her." "She's not just an outstanding doctor-she's a wonderful leader too." After showering Citrine with praise, the nurse finally bustled out.
No sooner had she left than Citrine herself walked in, carrying takeout containers. She severalet handed one to Monica. "Here, while it's still hot." Monica accepted the food, a little dazed. "Thank you, Citrine." From the moment Citrine entered, Hilda's gaze never left her. The pain away at the sight of her daughter.
her wounds seemed to fade Hilda looked at Citrine, her eyes shining with emotion. "I heard everything. Thank you for getinto the hospital, and for doing the surgery yourself." fo
Citrine just smiled at Hilda, then asked, "How are you feeling? Any better now? Was her daughter actually worried about her?
Hilda's eyes filled with tears. She answered, voice trembling with m gratitude, "Much better. Honestly, I don't feel any pain at all."
Meeting Hilda's intense, loving gaze, Citrine felt suddenly shy and glanced away, replying awkwardly,