The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Her Style Of Impossible

“We modify the protocol in real time. Adjust the enzyme balance, change the delivery mechanism, possibly introduce immunosuppressants to calm your system down long enough for the cells to integrate properly.” Elera was already pulling up formulas and running the ideas. “It’s going to be intense. We’ll need to monitor you constantly, possibly keep you in the medical suite for the duration. And there’s no guarantee it’ll work.”

“But there’s a chance?”

“There’s always a chance.”

“Then we do it.” Drakonius walked over to the medical chair and sat down without being asked. “Whatever you need from me, I’m ready.”

Elera looked at him, at the quiet determination in his face, and felt something fierce and protective surge through her. They’d come too far to lose him now. She’d put too much work, too much of herself into saving this man. Failure was not an option.

“Simon, prep the IV line. Anya, start running simulations on modified enzyme ratios. I need to see what combinations might work without causing additional complications.” Elera pulled on gloves, her hands steady despite the chaos in her mind. “We’re going to fix this.”

The next hour was a blur of activity. They drew more blood, ran more tests, analyzed every possible variable. Elera’s brain felt like it was operating at maximum capacity, processing data faster than she’d ever done before. This was what she was made for. This was where all her training, all her genius, all her secret years of research came together.

She was Dr. Mystral, the legendary surgeon. And she was going to save her husband’s life.

Again.

By noon, they had a modified protocol ready to test. It involved a delicate balance of new enzymes, carefully calibrated immunosuppressants, and a delivery system that would bypass the parts of his immune system that were causing problems.

“This is going to feel weird,” Elera warned as she prepared the injection. “Possibly uncomfortable. Your body is going to be confused for a while as the new treatment fights with the old one. If you feel any sharp pain, any difficulty breathing, anything at all that seems wrong, you tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Understood, Doctor.”

She administered the injection slowly, watching his face for any sign of distress. At first, nothing happened. Then Drakonius’s eyes widened slightly.

“Okay, that’s weird,” he said. “It feels like my blood is fizzing. Like I drank carbonated medicine.”

“That’s the new enzymes integrating. It should pass in a few minutes. How’s your breathing?”

“Fine. No pain. Just weird fizzing.” He looked down at his hands. “And my fingers are tingling.”

“Also normal. The enzymes are targeting your neural pathways first since that’s where the degeneration.

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started. The tingling means they’re working.” Elara kept her hand on his wrist, monitoring his pulse. It was elevated but steady. Good sign.

They waited. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. The tingling in Drakonius’s hands faded. His breathing stayed normal. His color remained good.

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