Chapter 1113:
“Notice the discolored muscle area. It’s early necrosis from toxins and ischemia, but it’s still viable. Apply cold saline-soaked gauze there, and start the IV with the antidote and vasodilator I mentioned earlier, at the full weight-based dose.”
Her commands came rapidly yet remained structured and precise, allowing the surgeon to anticipate problems and act without delay, addressing each issue under her watchful eye.
Gradually, the tension in the room eased. Each slight improvement in Brad’s vitals was quietly reported, shifting the atmosphere from fear to cautious hope.
Rylie’s face was pale, cold sweat tracing her temples, but her eyes never left Brad’s leg or the monitors, her exhaustion masked by sheer focus.
Minutes stretched into hours, each moment drawn out as if the world itself were holding its breath.
Finally, after meticulously securing every exposed nerve and major vessel, she exhaled—a quiet release of breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
𝗗𝗈𝗐𝗻𝗅о𝖺𝘥 𝗣𝖣𝘍𝘴 𝖿r𝘦𝖾 𝘰ո 𝗴a𝗅𝗇оv𝗲ls.c𝗈𝗆
The leg remained battered and swollen, but it was intact, with blood gradually returning to the salvaged tissue.
“He’s stable—for now,” the surgeon murmured as he set down his instruments. Awe tinged his voice. “You’re remarkable… Where in Eshea do you practice? I’d give anything to observe your work.”
What had transpired was more than technical guidance—it was a masterclass in surgical judgment. Every precise move and calculated decision left the lead surgeon in silent admiration, marveling at how Rylie had turned a near-hopeless situation into a chance for survival.
Nightingale spoke quietly for her. “Now isn’t the time.”
Rylie gave a slight nod, her fingers brushing Brad’s cold ankle with careful gentleness. The leg had been saved, but she knew a full recovery was unlikely—nerve damage and lingering toxin effects had seen to that.
Her voice was low, almost tender, yet carried the weight of reality. “There’s no nerve activity. No sensation, no movement. But structurally, it’s intact, and circulation is mostly restored. For now, that will have to be enough.”
Somewhere down the line, she would find a way to restore its function. That fight was not over yet.
She lifted her gaze to the surgical team, her composure returning. “Thank you. My intrusion was born of necessity. I apologize for the disruption and will make it right to the hospital.”
Her eyes softened as they returned to Brad’s serene face. “The wounds are still at risk—infection and other complications remain. I trust you’ll continue to monitor him closely.”
She gave a slight nod to the lead surgeon and his team. They paused, still under the spell of her presence, then returned the gesture with quiet respect—no further words were needed.
Nightingale wheeled her out of the operating theater. Outside, two separate groups waited: one led by Deandre, the other by the influential local businessman, Josue Moore.
Josue Moore—the Marinth magnate who had once concealed Rylie’s yacht aboard his cargo vessel—carried a shadowed history tied to the underworld. Though he had since turned legitimate, his reach remained formidable.
Deandre had learned from Josue that the person he once rescued was the enigmatic arms dealer, VS. Through his own digging, he had uncovered yet another layer of his sister’s hidden life.
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