She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 392

"Standard vocal cord augmentation or simple scar release procedures have limited effects on this level of damage; they might even destroy the remaining microstructures. So, I plan to use a new technique, combining a biological nerve repair and regeneration technology infused with the 'Frost Peppermint' compound. It can be repaired."

"But, you are the first test subject I'm using this on." Loyce stated calmly, "We operate tomorrow. I have a 90 percent certainty that you'll be speaking normally in a month, and back to singing in three. Do you want to try?"

Holt: "What about the remaining ten percent?"

Loyce: "You lose your voice completely. You won't even be able to manage the raspy whisper you have now."

Holt fell dead silent.

Loyce: "You can say no. After all, the worst-case scenario is just you leaving the boy band, becoming a regular guy, and fading into the crowd."

"My life's dream has always been to shine on stage." Holt's hoarse voice dripped with despair. "If you don't let me sing, if you force me to fade away, it's the same as killing me. I spent years as a trainee just to debut and get where I am today. I don't want to be a nobody."

Loyce handed him an agreement. "Sign it, and we operate tomorrow."

Holt hesitated. "I need a few days to think."

"You only get this one chance." Loyce's attitude was unusually unyielding. She didn't typically force people's hands like this. Heath, who knew her well, sensed something was slightly off.

But soon enough, as Heath looked at the novel surgical technology Loyce had brought out, his eyes paused. He suddenly remembered that this tech had been locked in the medical university's research labs, funded and developed by Lucian Shapiro. That meant this procedure was originally meant for Lucian, but Loyce was utilizing it on Holt first.

Was she using someone else as a trial run just to ensure Lucian's surgery went perfectly?

Heath's gaze toward Loyce instantly shifted. It seemed she cared quite a lot about that particular man.

As for Holt, knowing he only had one shot to be operated on by an alliance of medical titans, his eyes swept the room. Gritting his teeth, he finally signed the agreement, along with the pre-op and post-op consent forms.

"I'm leaving it in your hands," Holt said softly.

Loyce nodded, then asked, "Bianca is your team's manager, right? Does she have a problem with you?"

Holt froze. "Why do you ask?"

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