Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 273: A Professional Difference

The crowd turned to her immediately. "What did you find?" Callum asked.

Ginnie didn't miss a beat. "Mr. Brandon found a lead in the ultrasound."

Brandon stepped forward and pointed to a flickering speck on the screen. "Based on the imaging, there’s a micro-linear foreign object moving in Cloud’s bloodstream." He looked around at the other experts. "It’s hard to track, but this is definitely the cause."

The other vets looked like they’d just had an epiphany.

"That makes sense. That's why we missed it."

"Trust Brandon to find the one thing no one else could see."

Callum cut through the praise. "How do we get it out?"

Brandon stayed quiet for a second, his expression serious. "It's a nightmare of a procedure."

He laid out a massive, complicated plan involving vascular exploration. It would require exposing large sections of the veins and potentially putting the horse on bypass. He was honest about the risks: the success rate was low, the trauma was high, and the danger was extreme.

The complexity of the plan immediately impressed the other vets.

"That's a bold approach."

"Only Brandon would even try something that high-stakes."

Nancy stood there, listening in disbelief. All that for a tiny needle?

Ginnie rubbed her sore backside, feeling a bit better as she watched Nancy stand there in silence. It didn't matter if the horse liked her; when it came to actual medicine, Nancy was clearly out of her league.

"We need a strict protocol," Brandon told Callum. "Preparation will take at least a month. Recovery will take six months under constant watch."

Callum froze. "A month? Cloud is supposed to race for the Crown Prince in four weeks. That’s a massive honor."

"For the horse's health, the race has to wait," Brandon said with the authority of a doctor. "Glory comes second."

Callum struggled with it before finally sighing. "Fine. If that's the only way."

"Mr. Callum."

Nancy’s voice cut through the room. She stepped forward and looked Callum right in the eye.

"I can get it out today. I only need a tiny incision, and he’ll be recovered in three days. He won't miss the race."

The room went dead silent. The experts stared at Nancy like she was insane.

"Today? Is she joking?"

"She's got a hell of a lot of nerve for a kid."

Brandon’s look was cold. He spoke to her like a disappointed teacher. "Nancy, I know leaving the Summers family was a lot to deal with and you want to prove yourself. But medicine isn't a game. Don't ruin this horse's future just to show off."

Ginnie stepped in to help. "Don't be too hard on her, Professor. Nancy just wants to be useful. She didn't do a combined PhD program like you did. It’s natural she wouldn't understand how complex your plan actually is."

The other vets caught the dig immediately. "Wait, she doesn't even have a Master's?"

"How is she even arguing with Brandon?"

Ginnie watched the experts tear Nancy apart and smiled. Nancy met her eyes with a bright, cold look.

When Nancy was an exchange student at the Royal Veterinary College, she was so good that a spot in the graduate program was a given. Then the Summers family dragged her back to be free labor. At their hospital, she did everything from seeing patients all day and running research all night. She had more hands-on experience than anyone else in the room. And now they were talking about degrees?

"Ginnie, medicine is like a crime scene," Nancy said. "It’s about results, not titles. The one who fixes the horse is the doctor."

She kept her voice steady and clear. "Actually, for a rookie like me, my record for solving cases seems a lot better than a certain criminology professor who just got back from overseas."

Ginnie’s smile vanished. Her nails dug into her palms. Nancy knew exactly where to hit her.

But a second later, Ginnie’s smirk came back, sharper this time. "Fine. Since you're so confident, go ahead. Let’s see what you’ve got."