Chapter 125 - the dining room surgery
"Bring him to the dining room!" Michael Jr. ordered, his voice shifting from a terrified son to an absolute, commanding medical authority.
Marcus Jr. hoisted the fading patriarch onto his broad shoulders, carrying him into the grand dining hall and laying him flat on the massive oak table. Chloe, having monitored the secure cameras, emerged from the vault carrying a fully stocked emergency trauma kit.
Michael Jr. ripped open the medical bag, pulling out a sterilized scalpel and a plastic chest tube. He didn't have an operating theater, anesthesia, or a surgical team. He only had his brilliant intellect and an unyielding, desperate love for his father.
"Hold him down, Marcus," Michael Jr. commanded coldly.
Without a single second of hesitation, Michael Jr. made a precise, surgical incision directly between his father's ribs. Noah let out a choked gasp of agony, his body thrashing violently against the table as the chest tube was forcefully inserted.
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A sudden hiss of trapped air escaped, and the dark blood drained into a collection basin. Noah's violent gasping slowly stabilized into shallow, rhythmic breathing. The brilliant surgeon had just pulled the undisputed king of Boston back from the absolute brink of death. The terrifying medical crisis was temporarily averted.
👉 read part 126 to see the ruthless interrogation.
