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

As soon as they stepped into the emergency room, the monitor let out a long, ominous beep. The once-wavy heart rate line had flattened into a straight line. The assistant doctors exchanged worried glances and reached for the defibrillator, ready for another go at jump-starting the heart.

Mirabella, with a quick glance at the monitor, stopped their actions. Instead, she swiftly retrieved a set of acupuncture needles and deftly inserted them into strategic points on the chest. The assistant doctors froze, clearly taken aback by her unconventional approach.

One of the doctors snapped out of his daze and turned to Dr. Ray. "Dr. Ray, this person..."

Dr. Ray's eyes were glued to Mirabella's every move. Having dabbled in alternative medicine before, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let her handle it."

While he didn't fully understand the young woman's methods, he trusted the Grady family's judgment, who had insisted on her presence. With this endorsement, the assistant doctors held back their objections.

Truth be told, he found it hard to believe that a few thin needles could restart a heart. If that was all it took, what was the point of all this equipment? But just as that thought crossed his mind, the heart rate monitor flickered to life with a faint, albeit weak, pulse.

The assistant doctor's eyes widened in disbelief. It was faint, but the heart had started beating again, seemingly without their machines.

Mirabella left the needles in place and checked over Jim's wound. After feeling his pulse, she stood up straight. The situation was bad, but this bullet wasn't as deadly as the one Nick took last year; there was still hope.

Relieved, Mirabella slipped off her coat and said in fluent French, "I'll handle the surgery to remove the bullet. Please get a blood

transfusion ready." Dr. Ray shook off his shock, offering a wry smite. "There's no blood left."

Mirabella paused, looking up at Dr. Ray. "No blood?"noveldrama

"Yeah," Dr. Ray nodded, his eyes drifting to the nearly empty blood bag nearby. "Keir's got a rare A3 subtype, a genetic mutation. Only one known in the world."

They had been on a global hunt for a matching blood sample, but nothing matched the unique Davis family type. Long ago, Dr. Ray had advised storing Keir's blood regularly. But for some reason, the Davis heir later refused to keep storing it, leaving them with just one last bag, now used up.

Mirabella noticed the empty blood bag and frowned deeply. Blood is the body's lifeline; without a timely transfusion, even if she managed to stabilize Chester's vitals, he'@ eventually succumb to blood loss.

Mirabella clenched her fingers, knowing time was running out. She grabbed an unopened syringe, drew half a vial of her own blood, and said, "I'm his niece. Test my blood to see if it's a match."

Dr. Ray took the syringe, knowing the chances were slim, but with no better options, he agreed, "Alright, give me a few minutes. I'll get the results as fast as I can."

Mirabella nodded, "Thanks."

Without wasting another second, Dr. Ray hurried out of the emergency room. Mirabella turned her gaze to Chester on the bed, silently praying her blood would be the miracle they needed.