The following day, family and friends arrived at the clinic early in the morning. Jasson Brown, watched Ivy administer anesthesia to Shawn. He saw Shawn's consciousness gradually shift from being awake to falling asleep, his thoughts racing. It couldn't help but remind him of how pitifully Shawn had looked when he was injured in a car accident many years ago, and his heart sank. "It's been many years, and I'm once again seeing Shawn so vulnerable." Jasson's anxiety began to intensify, and he struggled to breathe and his heart raced, leaning against a corner as he took a long time to regain his composure. He turned to his special assistant and asked, "You think... he won't die, right? Back then, he nearly died. No, you tell me, he won't die, right?!" The special assistant was also trembling with nervousness and fear, more so than when he had started the company with Mr. Tate from scratch. "Although we have top doctors from DT Investment waiting nearby, ready to intervene if there's any danger here, I'm still very worried." The special assistant muttered softly, clutching Jasson's arm, and both of them leaned against each other for mutual support. Their eyes were always fixed on Shawn's hospital room. At that moment, the door of the ward opened, and nurses pushed Shawn out. Ivy and Roland followed behind. "Ivy..." Emma and Grandma Winston called her. They wanted to say something but felt immense pressure under the circumstances. Ivy understood their concerns. She smiled and reassured them, "Grandma, Mom, don't worry. He'll be fine." "Doctor Jones!" Jasson and the special assistant suddenly shouted in unison, holding Ivy, who was about to enter the operating room. Their nervous and fearful teeth chattered as they trembled, "Pl-please." Ivy didn't turn around but stopped at the entrance. Her back was tense and stiff. Much later, after some time had passed, she raised her head and responded, "Alright." ... The operating room was brightly lit, illuminating the faces of all the medical staff present. Ivy raised her hands, gesturing for the nurse to help her put on her gloves. However, Roland, who was behind her, suddenly took the gloves from the nurse's hands and said, "Let me do it."As he reached for her wrists to put on the gloves, he unexpectedly noticed that her entire body was ice-cold. Even the palms of her hands were covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. Roland hesitated for a moment, then realized that she was more nervous than anyone else. He patted her hand and reassured her, "I've got you. I will protect you." Ivy took a deep breath, suppressing her anxiety and worries, and looked up at Roland. She said, "Senior, if I can't continue with the surgery, please remember to help me. You must save him." "Alright." Ivy bent down to glance at the sleeping Shawn. At this moment, he was wearing a breathing mask, and she couldn't see his face clearly. She could only judge his condition from his steady breathing. "I will make sure nothing happens to you," Ivy vowed silently. She then signaled for everyone to proceed. Thanks to the meticulously modified surgical plan, the first-time cooperation between Ivy and Roland went surprisingly smoothly. He always knew what she needed, what she wanted to do, and he handed her instruments with precision. Everything proceeded systematically, and Ivy's hands worked swiftly. Her thoughts raced, but a few times, the person lying under her seemed to transform into the young boy from three years ago, crying and laughing in his bed. She forcefully shook her head to shake off the sudden surge of memories. A young nurse, following Roland's subtle glance, wiped the sweat from Ivy's forehead. Ivy smiled briefly at the nurse and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Suddenly, the heart rate monitor's beeping accelerated, and Roland turned to look. His expression changed instantly, "The patient's heart rate is unstable." Ivy also noticed it, and she urgently shouted to the nurse, "Amiodarone!" "Got it!" Following her command, Roland administered amiodarone to Shawn. After a while, they could finally see the heart rate on the monitor stabilizing. Concerned that Ivy might get overwhelmed by memories, Roland leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Shawn told me before the surgery that three years ago is three years ago. He's not that little boy anymore. If you're still dwelling on the past, that's the biggest distrust you can show to him."Hearing this, Ivy hesitated and then turned to Roland, seemingly assessing the truth in his words. But soon, she raised her eyebrows, whispered back, "Shawn wouldn't say something like that." Roland shrugged. "It might be false, but I'm sure he thinks that way. Don't ask me why, I'm a man, and I know what men think." "Alright." Encouraged by his words, Ivy relaxed, and her inner anxiety was replaced by a warm feeling. She quickly regained her composure. The entire surgery lasted for eight hours, from dawn to sunset. When the room lights dimmed with the setting sun, the door to the operating room opened. The four family and friends who had been waiting outside for an entire day held their breath, not daring to look away. The medical team wheeled Shawn's bed out slowly, with Ivy following closely behind, looking exhausted. "Ivy, how is it? How is it?" Grandma Winston and Emma anxiously grabbed her shoulders, too eager to notice Ivy's unusually pale face and somber mood. As Ivy was about to collapse from the frantic questions, Roland hurriedly stepped forward and steadied her. He gently responded, "The surgery was very successful. We can prepare for the second phase of the surgery!" "Really?!" Grandma Winston and Emma burst into tears of joy, embracing each other. In the background, Jasson and the assistant were ecstatic and embraced as well, cheering, "That's fantastic!" Jasson rushed to Shawn's bedside. The anesthesia was wearing off, and Shawn had regained some consciousness. He briefly acknowledged Jasson with a slight nod. "Shawn, it's all good now. There won't be any of the despairing scenes from before. You'll be able to stand up very soon!" "Okay." After a weak response, Shawn fell back into a drowsy state. With the assistance of the medical team, they moved Shawn to the intensive care unit for observation. They reassured the family that he would spend one more night there and then be transferred to a regular ward. The family was overjoyed, already planning how to celebrate once Shawn could stand up. "Where's Ivy?" Emma, having calmed down from the excitement, noticed that her daughter hadn't come upstairs. She patted Grandma Winston's hand and said, "I'll go find her."A mother knows her daughter best. Emma quickly located Ivy on the rooftop of the medical facility. She found her daughter huddled on a lounge chair, hands covering her face. Ivy sat there, wordlessly sobbing. Seeing her daughter in such a state, Emma's heart ached. It had been three years since the operation that had taken everything from her. But even during those difficult times, Ivy hadn't been this fragile. Back then, Ivy had calmly handled everything. No matter how much her family berated her, how much her superiors criticized her, or how much the hospital staff gossiped about her, she had remained resolute and rational, insisting that it wasn't her fault. She hadn't shed a single tear. Yet today, after a successful surgery, she was crying. Emma's heart ached. She rushed forward, embracing her daughter. Ivy needed this surgery to prove herself. "Ivy, you've worked so hard," Emma said. Afterward, she kissed her daughter's forehead, feeling the trembling response. Ivy buried her face in her mother's embrace, and her silent sobbing gradually became audible. "Mom, I did it, I succeeded. Shawn didn't die on my operating table!" Emma gently patted her back and swayed gently. "Cry it out, I'm here." After Ivy had let her emotions out and felt completely calm, she followed her mother downstairs. Shawn had already been moved to the Intensive Care Unit. Before going to the rooftop, Ivy had informed Roland that she needed to release her pent-up emotions. He immediately assured her that he would handle everything and told her to take her time. However, when Ivy arrived at the intensive care unit, she was met with a crowd of reporters. She glanced over them, and almost all of the reporters had arrived. Seeing Ivy coming down, they immediately swarmed her, with their microphones aimed directly at her. "Are you Ivy Rosalia Jones? We heard that you performed surgery on your husband at an County Clinic, despite the medical equipment being incomplete. Do you admit to this unethical behavior?" "Ivy! You caused a death three years ago, and the truth of that incident remains unclear. Regardless of the circumstances, it's widely accepted that your medical skills are subpar. How do you have the audacity to perform surgery on someone? That's a living, breathing person, not a pet you're raising!"***