Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 528

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 528**
**Chapter 528: Treating Fawks 1**

Lillian’s eyes roamed over Fawks’s frail form, a wave of dread washing over her. As she had feared, the neurotoxin coursing through his veins had completely overwhelmed his nervous system. Inside him, the parasitic insects had already begun their gruesome hatching. She could sense that a fragment of his consciousness still flickered within, battling the invaders, which explained his current state of half-madness, a desperate struggle against the inevitable.

Mr. Jorge turned to her, his expression taut with anxiety. “Well? Is there a way to save him?” His voice was steady, but the urgency behind it was unmistakable.

The air thickened with a palpable tension as everyone else in the room turned their hopeful gazes toward her, their eyes pleading for a miracle.

Cameron stepped forward, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his voice barely a whisper. “Lillian, you can save him, right? Your skills are incredible—you’ve healed so many people. You can save Fawks too, can’t you?” His desperation tugged at her heartstrings, and she felt the weight of his hope resting heavily on her shoulders.

In that moment, Lillian’s resolve hardened. She couldn’t bear to shatter Cameron’s spirit with the harsh realities of the situation. Instead, she offered him a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry. I’ll cure him. I promise,” she said, her voice firm, even as uncertainty gnawed at her insides.

Beside her, Sebastian’s deep voice resonated with unwavering support. “Just do your best. We all believe in you.” His words wrapped around her like a shield, fortifying her determination.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lillian steeled herself and moved purposefully to Fawks’s bedside. “I’ll need large amounts of ice and blood bags,” she instructed the medical staff, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Then, turning her gaze to Noah and Mr. Jorge, she added, “Mr. Jorge, you’ll need to monitor his vitals closely. When I give the signal, you’ll insert your silver needle into his pressure points. You must be quick, and it must go deeper than usual—exactly one degree more. No less, no more.”

“I understand,” Noah replied, his expression grave, the weight of the task ahead evident in his eyes.

Moments later, nurses rushed in, hauling ice and blood bags, their faces set with determination.

Lillian pulled a nearby hospital bed over, stripping off the bedding with swift efficiency before covering it with a thick layer of ice. “Put him on top,” she directed, her voice firm and commanding.

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