Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 189 Summoning the Funeral Home

Leaning heavily against the doorframe, Watson found himself gasping for breath. "Goodness, that certainly took the wind out of me," he muttered.

The primary hospital affiliated with Providence Conservatory had just grappled with a peculiar cardiac surgery case. The head of cardiology was left in a quandary about the outcome, prompting the hospital's upper echelons to seek counsel from the leading heart surgery experts. Watson, renowned as the top cardiology specialist in Pliar country, was naturally the first choice. He took the reins, performing the surgery himself with the chief of cardiology assisting. The operation was a marathon, lasting over three hours. Just as Watson was shrugging off his white coat, Mildred Gomez intercepted him, requesting him to use his privileges to withdraw blood from the blood bank. Flora Harrison's blood type was documented online, leaving no room for error.

By a stroke of luck, Lela had found some spare time during her stay in the Valley of Healing to learn western surgical suturing from Watson. Her rapid learning ability and strong comprehension were nothing short of impressive. Despite her usual penchant for research, she had managed to nearly master all of Watson's life's learning within a year, during her time in the Valley of Healing.

After suturing the blood vessels, Lela immediately shifted her focus to stitching the skin tissue.

She was plagued by worries that Flora's left hand might not regain full functionality after healing and was concerned about potential scarring. Thus, she approached the delicate task of skin suturing with extra caution.

By the time she finished, her forehead was slick with sweat.

Tiny beads of sweat clung to Lela's face and body.

Once done, Lela checked Flora's breathing again-it had become alarmingly faint. She swiftly wrapped the sphygmomanometer from the medical kit around Flora's uninjured right elbow and took her blood pressure: 69/43 mmHg, with a pulse of 51 beats per minute, critically below normal values.

Flora's body temperature was also on a slow decline.

All signs pointed to Flora's life force ebbing away.

as she

family in the world

couldn't end this

transfusion was all

suffering

a moment, Lela's mind went blank; she hadn't thought to reach out to Watson. Then,

in his hand. Doctor Watson,

with an uncharacteristic frostiness in her voice, "No one can evade the

the Sylvesters' scrutiny, but seeing the

Lady Phoenix, the venerable elders at the divine doctor valley

him into the passenger seat and

"It's not."

by her response, Doctor

herself. Without wasting a moment, Lela seized Doctor Watson's cooler, extracting the blood bags within. She began to warm them in her hands, the urgency of the situation

afford. The bag she clutched desperately needed

needle, arranged the tourniquet, and sterilized the area designated

seconds slipped away, Lela remained a vigilant sentinel at Flora Harrison's

wife was an ardent fan of television dramas, recognized the unconscious woman - Flora

she come to attempt