The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 The Woman Who Defied Medicine

Maybe it was her certainty, or the sheer apocalyptic drama of the night, or Frost’s silent, intrariig presence. Dr. Evans nodded. “Okay. Okay, What do you need first

“Get everyone not essential out. Nurse, you stay. Frost, the duffel” She turned to Clara, who was hesering, tears streaming silently down her face. “Clara, I need you to go to the waiting room and call Simon at the Annex. Have him walk you through the stabilization protocol for the compound. We’re going to have to transport it. Tell him we’re violating every rule in the book. He’s going to yell. Let him. Then get the address from him. Frost will send a team.”

Clara nodded, swiping at her cheeks. “Okay, I can do that. I’m good on the phone.” She took a shaky breath. “What… what do I tell him to put the cure in?”

“Tell him to use the mobile cryo–unit. The silver case. It’s in Lab Three. And Clara Elera grabbed her friend’s hand. “Tell him to fucking hurry up.”

Clara fled.

What followed was the most surreal and frantic hour of Elera’s life. The trauma bay was transformed into a makeshift hybrid operating room and gene therapy suite. Nurses rolled in equipment from other departments. An operating lamp was rigged above the bed. Frost, with a terrifying efficiency, unpacked the duffel bag. It contained tools from her own lab–specialized injectors, monitoring sensors, vials of supporting drugs from the Chimera Protocol.

Elera scrubbed in at a sink in the corner, the water turning pink as she scrubbed her father’s blood and her husband’s blood from her hands and arms. She changed into a borrowed green surgical scrubs that were too big, tying the waist tightly. She looked like a child playing doctor, except her eyes were ancient.

Dr. Evans acted as her reluctant but competent assistant. The surgical nurse, a no–nonsense woman named Brenda, was a rock.

“Alright,” Elera said, approaching the bed. She placed a hand on Drakonius’s burning cheek. “I’m going to put you under a light general anesthesia. Just enough so you don’t feel this part. The actual infusion won’t hurt.” She leaned close, her lips near his ear. “This is it. The final procedure. You’re going to dream, and when you wake up, the war inside you will be over. I promise.”

His eyes held hers. He couldn’t speak, but he blinked once. Slowly. Yes.

She nodded to the anesthesiologist, who had been hastily briefed. As the drugs flowed into his IV. Drakonius’s eyes fluttered closed. The frantic beeping of his heart monitor slowed, deepening into the steady rhythm of controlled sedation.

The real work began.

Elera worked with a focused fury, directing the team. “Brenda, I need a central line inserted here, for the main infusion. Dr. Evans, start the cooling blanket, we need his core temp down to 95 before we begin. Frost, the sensor array–attach it to his chest, here, here, and here. It will monitor cellular uptake in real-

time.”

It was like conducting a chaotic, life–or–death orchestra where the instruments were people and machines she’d never used before. She missed her lab, her perfect sterility, her calibrated machines. Here,

6:24 pm

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ration wasn’t HEPA–standard. The light was a little as her hapa Chapter 217 Holding The L

nt all its own.

inds started to shake. Not from fear, but from shedrom sheer,

forty hours. She’d planned a rescue, performed

ing medical miracles in a borrowed room.ed room.

med field

turned a minute later with a small cup of so mulof something he said, thrusting it into Elera’s hand. “TattosdikTastes like

no good to him if you pass out” pass out.”

actly what she needed. The sugari hit herayin her system like a

1 from the doorway, his phone to his cieto is ear. “Clara is a full–blown, academic tantrum button out the compound

nius’s vitals. The cooling was workings working, bringing the at it was precarious. “We’re on the relon the edge,” she

So, this cure… it’s like a viniskdhvirus? That goes in and… fixes

n such an abnormal sinamai situation. “Simplified? Yes. It’s an le sequence into his stent de stem cells. The ‘Chimera‘ part is his overactive immune staune system to stand down. It’s ctions, turn off the oldbine old, broken alarm.”

ll of awe, el awe

My team at the Anne the Annex built it.” She adjusted a sensor. ire of myself while if while I did it. So it’s a group project.”

oup project everőject ever.”

ek, heavy–lodiangy–looking silver case like it was a holy relic. le of Frost’s teatrost’s team–and the palpable aura of Simon’s

“It’s here!” Clara announced, hier voice a says the internal temperature has held a this goes wrong, he is formally resigning

“Noted,” Elera said, her full attention on birthday, reversed, just as Drakonius ha billowed out. Nestled inside, surrounde

internal, bioluminescent blue light–an hope and frozen solid.

With meticulous care, she transferred t infusion pump. The process would take integration.

Five minutes. The longest of her life.

She used the time to do final checks. Li

as it was going to get. The room was stir by the door. Clara chewed her thumbn for the cue.

The warming chamber beeped softilyon

It was time.

Elera took a deep, centering breathta the fierce friend, the unflappable bdapp

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