Within minutes, all the doctors had gathered inside the observation room.
The moment they saw a small, young girl performing the surgery, shock froze their expressions.
"Dr. Ram… where did this girl even come from?" one doctor asked nervously.
"Are you seriously going to allow her to do something like this?"
Just then, Tina walked in. Folding her arms, she stood confidently and smirked.
"She loves being in the spotlight," Tina said coldly.
"And Dr. Keshav is clearly blinded by her beauty—that's why he's helping her. So why should we worry?"
Saying that, she stared at Nidhi through the large glass wall, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.
Inside the operation theatre, Nidhi put on her surgical mask.
Her eyes were calm… filled with unwavering confidence.
She turned to Keshav and said firmly,
"Adjust the body position. Disinfect the skin. And pass me the scalpel."
Outside, Tina scoffed as she watched.
"She probably learned all this from movies or TV serials," she mocked.
"Don't raise your expectations too high. If this girl could really save lives, then what was the point of all our years of education?"
Suddenly, the doctors standing outside noticed something strange.
"She's holding the scalpel with her left hand…?"
"What's going on? Is she left-handed?"
Every face turned pale.
No doctor standing there had the courage to use their left hand in such a critical surgery.
Even Keshav was stunned.
He clearly remembered—Nidhi was right-handed.
Then why was she using her left hand now?
And this wasn't an ordinary surgery.
Mahendra Malhotra's heart structure was abnormal, far more complex than usual.
And then—
Nidhi made the first incision.
Clean. Precise. Perfect.
The entire observation room went silent.
"No… this can't be real," one senior doctor whispered.
"Even an experienced surgeon wouldn't dare to do this."
Her first cut was exactly where it needed to be.
Even Tina froze.
"How is this possible?" she murmured.
"Can Nidhi really execute this?"
Nidhi focused on Devender ji's heart.
It was beating extremely slowly—barely sustained by medication.
Keshav felt a chill run down his spine.
For the first time, doubt crept into his heart—not about the surgery…
but about underestimating Nidhi.
She remained calm throughout, using every detail with absolute precision.
"Zoom in on the video," someone ordered.
The doctors were shocked… but now, they were curious.
What would Nidhi do next?
This was the most challenging phase of the surgery.
Under Mahendra ji's condition, even a highly experienced surgeon would need two full hours to complete this step.
But Nidhi—
She finished it in just thirty minutes.
Her focus was so intense that nothing—not fear, not pressure—could distract her.
Everyone held their breath.
This was the most critical moment.
One single mistake… and the patient would die.
Just then—
A group of people entered the hospital.
At the front walked a man who looked around twenty-two years old, yet his presence was dangerously commanding.
Sharp eyebrows.
A pointed nose.
Perfectly sculpted features.
An expressionless face that made him look both handsome and terrifying.
He was over six feet tall, his personality powerful enough to overshadow even professional models.
As he walked in, people instinctively stepped aside, clearing his path.
"Mr. Malhotra… you're here?" someone whispered.
Behind him stood the world's top cardiologists.
Everyone understood immediately—
Only Shubham Malhotra could gather such an elite medical team in such a short time.
"Mahendra ji's condition is extremely serious," Dr. Ram said respectfully as he stepped forward.
"We couldn't control his heart rate. His heart was on the verge of failure."
"Today's examination revealed a severe infection in his pulmonary valve," Dr. Ram continued.
"There is also leakage along the parallel heart line."
Shubham's cold, sharp gaze suddenly shifted—
And landed on Nidhi.
"Who is that girl?" he asked.
His cold, sharp gaze was fixed on Nidhi.
She was wearing a surgical mask. Only her bright, focused eyes were visible.
Still, anyone could tell—she was barely eighteen or nineteen years old.
Dr. Ram's heart started pounding violently.
If he said even one wrong word, he knew he might not live to see the next sunrise.
Before he could speak, Shubham's assistant, Yug, lost his temper.
"How dare you people?" Yug snapped angrily.
"How could you allow such a young doctor to operate in this hospital? Has she even completed her MBBS?"
His voice grew harsher.
"I heard on my way here that some senior secondary student wanted to perform surgery on our big boss. Don't tell me—this is that girl?"
He laughed coldly.
"Does your hospital want to be completely destroyed? I think every doctor and every person standing here has lost their mind."
"M-Mr. Yug, it's not like that…" Dr. Ram said, his voice trembling.
He was terrified, yet no proper explanation came out of his mouth.
Inside the observation room, every doctor was panicking.
No one knew what to do next.
Even Tina was scared—but she forced herself to speak.
"This was Dr. Keshav's decision," she said quickly.
"He said if anything goes wrong, he will take full responsibility."
"And how exactly will he take responsibility?" Yug roared.
"By offering all your lives in return?"
His shout turned Tina's face pale.
Not a single word came out of her mouth after that.
Yug clenched his fists.
"Sir, we will immediately send our own heart specialist inside," he said coldly.
"I will personally go in and deal with that fake surgeon and her assistant."
His eyes swept across all the doctors.
"But remember one thing—no one here will walk out safely today."
He sneered.
"These people need to understand what happens when someone dares to challenge the Malhotra family. How did they even dare to let an eighteen-year-old girl operate on our boss?"
Yug was still shouting when—
Suddenly, a specialist standing behind them spoke in shock.
"Wait… she has actually separated all the adhesions."
"And she did it without touching a single blood vessel."
Everyone froze.
"The heart tissues are still intact," the doctor continued, stunned.
"And… she's using her left hand."
His voice trembled.
"This girl is a genius. I have never seen a surgical technique like this in my entire career. How is this even possible?"
The surgery was extremely difficult—
Yet watching Nidhi, it looked as if she was taking a calm walk in a park.
"Dr. Shyam… who is this girl?"
One of the heart specialists brought by Shubham asked in disbelief, his eyes fixed on Nidhi.
Before Dr. Ram could answer, Dr. Krish asked softly,
"Is she a new doctor at your hospital?"
Will Shubham and Yug stop the surgery now?
Or will they be forced to let Nidhi continue?
What will happen when Nidhi and Shubham finally lock eyes?
Recognition… or confrontation?
And most importantly—
Who is Nidhi really?
To be continued… 🔥