The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

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."noveldrama

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.

The operation, which everyone had thought was hopeless, turned out successful. As Dr. 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 understanding of alternative medicine.

Mirabella carefully packed her needles away. Once a nurse had cleaned and dressed Nick's wound, she applied another dose of her powdered medicine and instructed the nurse to bandage it up.

Remembering the powder she used before the surgery, which seemed to control the bleeding, Dr. Ray asked, "Does that powder have any hemostatic properties?"

Mirabella lowered her gaze slightly, responding softly before checking Nick's pulse again. Her serious expression finally eased a little. "Thanks, everyone," she said, nodding to Dr. Ray and the team before grabbing her needle box and jacket, and leaving the emergency room.

Outside, Atlas was waiting anxiously. As soon as he saw Mirabella, he rushed over. "Miss Mira, how's Mr. Nick?"

Mirabella, looking a bit shaky and pale, replied, "He's going to be okay."

Atlas, who had been on edge all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's a relief, really glad to hear it..." Then he noticed Mirabella's pallor. "Miss Mira, are you alright?"

Having spent so much energy, Mirabella simply said, "I'm fine, just need to get home. Don't mention any of this to my brother tonight."

Atlas paused, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nick asked me not to say anything."

Mirabella waved it off, "I know. Just act like I was never here tonight."

As Atlas was about to speak, a nurse came out with a gurney, and he hurried to follow.

Mirabella stepped out of the hospital into the quiet early morning of Riverdale. It was still dark and eerily silent at five in the morning. A chilly breeze swept through, and she pulled her jacket closer, glancing at her car, which had been ticketed and clamped. Her head felt heavy with exhaustion.

The security guard was nowhere to be found, and with a weary sigh, she massaged her temples, deciding against driving home. Instead, she fished her phone out of her pocket.