The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 48

Then, she did something that left everyone completely bewildered.

She placed her hand on the left side of the child's chest, her fingers pressing precisely into a specific spot. It wasn't the standard location for CPR compressions; it was further outward, almost near the armpit.

"What are you doing?!" the grad student panicked. "That's the wrong spot for chest compressions!"

Evelyn didn't even look up. "A child with Tetralogy of Fallot has a right ventricular outflow tract obstruction and an abnormal heart position. Standard compressions are completely useless here."

Her fingers pressed down firmly and steadily. One, two... The rhythm was incredibly peculiar—faster and far more targeted than standard CPR.

Simultaneously, her free hand reached into her small handbag—which was actually her habitual, compact medical kit—and pulled out a tiny spray bottle.

"What is that?" Madeline asked worriedly.

"Nitroglycerin spray," Evelyn answered curtly, administering a spray under the child's tongue. "To reduce pulmonary vascular resistance."

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath, watching this mysterious woman employ techniques they had never seen before to save a life.

One, two, three...

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...

Suddenly, the child's body gave a violent jerk.

"Ah!" the mother shrieked.

But Evelyn's eyes lit up. "He's responding."

She maintained the compressions, closely monitoring his complexion. Miraculously, the purple hue on his face began to fade, the cyanotic lips shifting from a ghastly blue to dark red, and finally to a pale pink.

One minute later, the child's eyelids fluttered.

Two minutes later, he let out a weak cough.

"Baby!" The mother lunged forward, but Evelyn blocked her.

"Don't touch him yet. Let him recover."

Half a minute later, the boy slowly opened his eyes. He was still incredibly weak, but his pupils had returned to normal size and his breathing had stabilized.

"He's alive... he actually brought him back..." someone in the crowd muttered.

The med students were completely dumbfounded. They had studied the emergency protocols for Tetralogy of Fallot, but what this woman had just done was completely unwritten in their textbooks.

"Which... which hospital do you work at?" the grad student couldn't help but ask.

Evelyn didn't answer. She checked the boy's pulse and breathing one last time, and only after confirming he was stable did she slowly stand up.

A thin layer of sweat coated her forehead, and the cuffs of her trench coat were wrinkled from the exertion, but her eyes remained entirely serene.

"The ambulance should be here soon," she told the mother. "Take him to the hospital for a full workup. Remember, try to keep him calm and avoid any strenuous activity. Keep his diet light and feed him small, frequent meals."

The woman nodded through her tears, clutching her now-conscious child tightly. "Thank you... thank you so much, doctor... What's your name? How can I ever repay you?"

"No need." Evelyn turned and walked back toward her private room.

A chorus of whispers erupted behind her.

"My god, she was incredible..."

"Which hospital is that specialist from?"

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