The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1263

Mirabella rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a small vial. She poured out a pill, crushed it into a fine powder between her fingers, and carefully sprinkled it over Nick's wound. "You just focus on getting the bullet out," she told Dr. Ray, "I'll handle the rest."

Dr. Ray watched her with a bit of skepticism but nodded, realizing now wasn't the time for questions. "Alright then," he agreed, picking up the scalpel. He cast a quick glance at the monitor showing Nick's weak vital signs and sighed silently to himself. This was going to be a tough surgery.

Everyone in the room, specialists and doctors alike, knew that Nick's condition was precarious. His vital signs were so faint, it seemed almost reckless to operate, especially with the heart involved.

Ignoring the specialists around her, Mirabella shrugged off her jacket and pulled out a few long silver needles. With quick, steady hands, she inserted them at key acupuncture points to aid Dr. Ray. By directing the vital energy around Nick's chest, they hoped to sustain his life through this critical procedure.

After five grueling hours, Dr. Ray finally extracted all the bullet fragments from Nick's chest. Miraculously, the life support machine's readings remained steady. Although still weak, Nick's condition hadn't worsened, which was nothing short of a miracle.

Ray finished the last stitch, he looked at the young woman beside him with genuine amazement. He had never seen anyone keep a person alive with just a few acupuncture needles, a technique far beyond his

her needles away. Once a nurse had cleaned and dressed Nick's wound, she applied another dose of her

which seemed to control the bleeding, Dr. Ray asked,

gaze slightly, responding softly before checking Nick's pulse again. Her serious expression finally eased a little. "Thanks, everyone," she said, nodding to

waiting anxiously. As soon as he saw Mirabella, he rushed

bit shaky and pale,

a relief, really glad to hear it..." Then he noticed Mirabella's pallor.

need to get home. Don't mention any of this to

sorry, Mr. Nick asked