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

Chapter 1265

Dr. Ray, still clutching a pen and a notebook, gave Atlas a slight nod as he walked past and entered the patient's room. He glanced at the monitor, where the vital signs were showing a steady improvement from just two hours ago. It was astonishing to him how quickly the patient was bouncing back.

After the surgery, Dr. Ray had been worried about the critical recovery period, but now it seemed like there was nothing to worry about. Jotting down the latest data, he turned to Atlas and said, "You can breathe a little easier now. Mr. Davis is on the mend. I bet it won't be long before he wakes up."

Atlas felt a wave of relief wash over him and nodded, "Thanks for everything."

Dr. Ray waved off the gratitude with a smile, saying, "We really have your friend to thank. Without her, we might not have pulled it off."

Atlas couldn't help but feel a chill at the thought of what might have happened if he hadn't reached out to Miss Mira the night before. If not for her remarkable skills, Mr. Nick might not be resting in that hospital bed right now. Remembering her request, he added, "Please keep last night's events under wraps."

Dr. Ray nodded, fully aware of the Davis family's influence at the hospital, and reassured him, "Don't worry, nothing will get out."

my friend's involvement a secret,

on the seriousness of the situation, Dr. Ray held back

"Thank you," Atlas said.

again, Dr. Ray left the room and headed to the hospital's records department. This area was dedicated to archiving recordings of significant surgeries. Although he couldn't delve into details about the mysterious young woman, Dr. Ray was eager to review the footage from the previous night's surgery. Reviving someone teetering on the brink with just a few acupuncture needles was a marvel worth

asked everyone else to step out, keeping only the head of the department to retrieve and send him the

that surgery video from last night... I can't find it, Dr. Ray. Are you sure about the timing?" the head asked, scrolling through the files without

morning, around 1

"Still nothing. Did we

further. Standing beside the computer, he was baffled, "Could you