The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1185

The hospital had everything set up in advance.

Mirabella headed straight to the ward. The patient on the bed had their eyes shut tight, with only the gently moving lines on the monitors showing any signs of life. Their chest barely moved with each breath.

Mirabella approached the bedside, gave a quick, cool glance, then pulled up a chair. She reached out, her fingers finding Romero's pulse.

James, standing nearby, couldn't hide his surprise after she finished checking. "I thought you wouldn't bother," he remarked.

Without looking up, Mirabella pulled a silver needle from her bag. "Death is just too dull," she replied.

Isn't it intriguing to see someone face their own grim fate?

She had already inserted a needle and, after a moment, added lightly, "Besides, isn't saving lives a doctor's duty?"

James shot her a glance. From anyone else, those words would sound ordinary. But from her, they felt eerie.

"Is there still hope for him?" James asked.

Mirabella tilted her head and inserted another needle. "Ever seen someone with severe Alzheimer's? They can see and hear but can't react to anything."

Sometimes, living isn't necessarily a blessing. In contrast, death might be a release.

James got the message and didn't press further, stepping aside to wait.

About ten minutes later, Mirabella removed the needles and checked the monitors again. Some of the readings that had been low were slowly climbing back to normal.

She massaged her wrist and walked over to James. "Let's go."

James nodded and gently took her right wrist, massaging it with just the right pressure as they left the ward.