Isaac Bennett had now become Henry Brooks's assistant. Brian Foster even specifically reminded him in his ear that if anything happened, he would be the lead surgeon. Naturally, Isaac Bennett was displeased—where did this fool come from, acting like a big shot here? At his age, there was absolutely no way he was qualified to perform such a major surgery; this was clearly against the rules. Even Director Foster couldn't cover up something this big. Right now, it was only because the situation was urgent that he didn't bother arguing.

In the end, he secretly used his phone to record both his own objections and Brian Foster's words, so if anything went wrong, he wouldn't be held responsible.

When he saw Henry Brooks's technique in opening the chest, Isaac Bennett was even more convinced that this person was definitely a novice—his hands weren't steady at all. But what was surprising was this person's composure. From start to finish, even when his incisions were too slow and imprecise, causing more bleeding, his expression never changed.

The look in his eyes left Isaac Bennett puzzled—where did his confidence come from?

“It really is a rib piercing the lung…” When they actually saw the situation Henry Brooks had described, everyone was stunned. Howard Sullivan couldn't help but exclaim, then realized they were in the operating room and quickly bit his lip, but the shock in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Not just him—even Brian Foster and Isaac Bennett were the same. Isaac Bennett was dumbfounded—he… actually guessed it right.

Henry Brooks quickly treated the wound, resolving several difficult points. Henry Brooks felt his body growing weaker and was quite helpless—this body was just too frail. He was so weak that even handling the scalpel was difficult, which was why he seemed so clumsy at first.

“Director Foster, I'll leave the rest to you. I need to go rest for a bit.” After dealing with the tricky parts, Henry Brooks handed the scalpel to Brian Foster and walked out of the operating room.

It wasn't until Henry Brooks disappeared from their sight that everyone snapped out of it.

“That was so cool,” Howard Sullivan's eyes were full of admiration, and the two young nurses had similar expressions.

“Hmph!” Isaac Bennett snorted in annoyance. “He just got lucky and thinks he's something special. Watched too many Japanese comics, trying to act cool.”

Brian Foster said, “Don't get distracted during surgery. Focus on finishing the operation.”

After leaving the operating room, Henry Brooks's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit. His current body was just too weak—Henry Brooks was really afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on. Especially with these primitive surgical tools—he hadn't used them in over a hundred years, and picking them up again felt really unfamiliar.

Fortunately, he'd often encountered this kind of surgery on the battlefield, so this was nothing to him.

Just now, he had also used a few methods from potential medicine, giving the patient a simple stimulation. Combined with his understanding of the human body, he was able to save the patient smoothly. After all, today's medical equipment was vastly different from what would be available a hundred years in the future.

Even for Henry Brooks, suddenly facing the reality of being sent back three hundred years was a huge shock. Only in the hospital, while saving lives, could he forget everything. Whether it was three hundred years ago or three hundred years later, the mission of a doctor to heal and save lives would never change.

When Henry Brooks came out, Old Carter hurried over to ask, “Doctor, how is that person? Can he be saved?”

“He won't die, but next time, tell whoever's doing the procedure to learn some basic human anatomy.” Henry Brooks spoke casually as he took off his gloves. “If you don't even hit the right spot or get the effect, and make things this serious, you're just an amateur, a total rookie.”

Lily Grant had been waiting at the corner a dozen steps from the operating room. When she heard Henry Brooks say the patient would live, she breathed a sigh of relief. But then, hearing what else Henry Brooks said…

“Who are you calling a rookie…” With two quick steps, Lily Grant was already in front of Henry Brooks.

At this moment, Henry Brooks seemed like a completely different person from before—relaxed and casual. He had always been cheerful in daily life, and now, having merged with the memories of this second-generation rich kid, he only reverted to his old military doctor style when treating patients.

“Shh…” Henry Brooks made a quiet gesture. “This is a hospital—no loud noises allowed. As for who I was talking about, I didn't know at first, but now I do. Thanks!”

Lily Grant was so angry—wasn't this just cursing a monk for being bald? Insulting people without using a single bad word, and with such a serious expression—this guy was too much. It was completely different from the domineering, unquestionable attitude he had in the operating room, like a general giving orders.

Lily Grant was so mad she didn't know what to say, pointing at Henry Brooks: “You think you're so great… You're just a reckless kid who doesn't know anything. Even your director stepped back—didn't you just graduate from college?”

Graduated from college? In this life, he'd been out of college for a few years already. As for his previous life, he couldn't even count how many PhD students he'd supervised, and as for students, probably tens of millions of medical officers across the entire Federation could be considered his students.

Henry Brooks didn't bother to explain, just smiled faintly. “I just do my own job. What others do, or how they do it, is none of my business.”

A reckless kid really is a reckless kid—never considers the consequences. Looks like he still needs some polishing. But thinking about it, today was thanks to him. Since Lily Grant had been involved, she knew something about the patient's injuries. If they hadn't treated him in time, it really would have been a problem.