Doctors without ongoing surgeries immediately abandoned their tasks and rushed to the resuscitation room to provide support. By the time Shawn was brought in, Dr. Roland and Professor Watson had already arrived. Everyone was ready and entered the operating room in an orderly manner. At this moment, Shawn was almost unconscious. When the hospital director took a glance, he was shocked on the spot. He almost couldn't stand, until Assistant Luke, with red eyes, supported him and he managed to stand. "What's happening with Mr. Tate!" After all, he was the director of Mary Hospital and had seen Shawn in several closed-door meetings. The director's heart chilled at this moment. This was the boss. If something happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, the director decided to use his authority, something he rarely did in his entire life. "Listen to me, make every effort to save him, and absolutely nothing can go wrong." The doctors nodded in unison after hearing the director's words, and the door to the resuscitation room closed. Inside the resuscitation room, after several experts jointly consulted, they decided on the surgical plan. "Dr. Jones, Professor Watson, we can't wait any longer. Your surgery must be done today, or else his leg will be impossible to save in the future. Dr. Lee and Dr. Stuart will extract his heart..." Luckily, the bullet had deviated slightly and missed the heart. Otherwise, he would have been dead by now. "As for the other doctors, be on high alert and standby at all times." After the order was given, tension filled the air in the operating room. Ivy took a deep breath, regaining her composure. Her gaze fell on Shawn's face, where long eyelashes were still stained with blood. In an instant, her heart tightened, twisted, tears overflowed, breaking through the dam. Professor Watson whispered a reminder, bringing Ivy back to reality. She glanced at Professor Watson and then at Roland, standing in place, hesitating, but more than anything, she was afraid. "Ivy, your surgical plan is excellent; there won't be any problems," Roland spoke up to reassure her. But with just this sentence, Ivy's body trembled violently. "I can't do it!" This time, she spoke decisively, "No, I haven't resolved my psychological issues. I can't perform surgery on him." She looked to Professor Watson for help with pleading eyes. "Professor, can you help me?" Professor Watson's eyes narrowed, but he quickly understood. "Alright." He nodded heavily, swiftly taking over as the lead surgeon. He instructed Roland, "Cooperate with me." Fortunately, during the past period, he had delved into the analysis of Shawn's condition and studied Ivy's surgical plan. "Dr. Jones, take care of him," he instructed, lights turned on, and the surgery quickly commenced. Ivy stood by Shawn's side, nervously watching the doctors perform the surgery. Other assisting doctors were all drenched in sweat, not to mention other doctors who were already sweating buckets. After an unknown amount of time, in the calm and bloody operating room, a doctor's low growl suddenly echoed, "No, the patient's survival consciousness is weak. Dr. Jones, quickly, talk to him." Ivy shook off her daze, and a few seconds later, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her face. "Shawn, I won't divorce you. You must stay alive. I'm still waiting for the day when you can walk, for the times when we can go out shopping and travel together. If you leave, what am I going to do?" "Shawn, I don't blame you for hiding your identity anymore. Whether you are Shawn or Cato Alter, you are still my husband. You are still you." "What? He is Cato Alter?!" The chief physician, still immersed in the surgery, was shocked. "He is Cato from DT Investments?" Everyone exclaimed simultaneously. No wonder the director was so nervous and worried."Say more." Roland looked at Shawn's life monitor, excitedly encouraging Ivy to continue. Wiping away her tears, Ivy tightly held his hand. "I love you, Shawn. Although we got married on the first day we met, and it was risky, during the time we've spent together, I've realized that I've truly fallen in love with you. I love you very much. I'm glad we went to register for our marriage on the first day of our blind date..." God knows how horrified these doctors were feeling. After entering the operating room and finding out that the patient was their own boss, along with learning about these hidden secrets of the wealthy, the doctors awkwardly wished they could disappear. At that moment, Shawn's condition was relatively stable. Several hours had passed, and with the concerted efforts of the doctors, everything had stabilized. Ivy released her grip on Shawn's hand. She realized that her hand had turned white, and her entire body felt incredibly stiff. "Everything is going smoothly; let's begin the stitching work." With the chief physician's words, Ivy let out a long breath and stumbled out of the operating room. "Ivy, how is Shawn?" Emma rushed over anxiously, supporting her as she almost collapsed. The others hurriedly helped Ivy to sit in a chair, and Uncle Jim quickly brought her a glass of water. Andy gently patted her back, observing the toll the night had taken on her. Andy's heart was tangled with emotions. "That scoundrel has tortured my granddaughter like this. When he gets better, I'll definitely give him a beating!" Luke listened on the side, barely daring to breathe, afraid of being caught in the crossfire. "Ivy, how is Shawn?" Emma, seeing his daughter's emotions stabilizing, couldn't help but ask. Ivy nodded. "There's no longer a danger to his life. Fortunately, Professor Watson was here today." As she spoke, she put down the water glass and suddenly covered her face, silently sobbing. "Ivy..." Emma, seeing her daughter crying, felt uneasy. She embraced her and cried silently with her. "Mom, I'm really useless. Shawn was almost dying in the hospital, and there was nothing I could do. If it weren't for Professor Watson and his advanced understanding of his body, there might not have been a chance to save him today..." “Luke, could you please take my father to buy something for Ivy to eat? She hasn't had anything in over ten hours and needs to replenish her nutrients,” Emma said, and Andy understood her meaning, following Luke away. After everyone had left, Emma sat next to Ivy, hugging her tightly, just like when she was a child, patting her arm. "Who said you're useless? You always know what needs to be done in the moment. Just like in the operating room, you knew the best surgery for Shawn, for the patient. That's enough. You, from childhood to now, have always been the bravest daughter to me." Who dares to say that her Ivy isn't brave? From childhood to adulthood, every time she faced the domestic violence and emotional abuse from Harry, she was the first to step forward. Despite being beaten and scolded countless times by Harry, she never wavered, always shielding her vulnerable self. Her Ivy never does anything without assurance, and once she decides, she never chooses to retreat. "Ivy, you haven't done anything wrong. You're not incompetent. You are my good daughter. In the past dozen years, if it weren't for your protection and resistance, I would have been beaten to death by Harry. So, don't say discouraging words, okay? You've already been very brave. If it weren't for your surgical plan, Professor Watson wouldn't have dared to perform the surgery. There's a plan in the workings." Listening to her mother's words, Ivy's grievances magnified at this moment. She tightly hugged her mother and burst into tears. ***