Dr. Ray wasn''t too keen on just standing around and waiting, but seeing how much faith As had in his doctor friend, he nodded reluctantly. "Alright, I''ll do my best," he replied.


    If they ended up missing the crucial window for surgery because of their own dys, at least it wouldn''t be on him.


    Dr. Ray soon headed back into the emergency room. As kept his eyes glued to the door, silently urging Miss Mira to arrive as soon as possible. Time seemed to crawl, yet five minutes slipped by in a sh.


    The nurse had already stepped out twice to update them, warning that Nick''s condition was critical and that he might not hang on for another five minutes.


    After another two minutes, As couldn''t wait any longer. He pulled out his phone and dialed Mirabe.


    The moment the call connected, a ringtone echoed down the quiet hallway. Looking up, he saw Mirabe hurrying toward him, still in her home clothes. He quickly hung up.


    "What''s going on?" Mirabe asked, clutching her medical kit.


    "The bullet went through his back and pierced his chest cavity. Fragments are lodged near his heart. Dr. Ray''s hesitant to operate, but if we dy any longer, he might not make it," As exined rapidly while pressing the emergency room''s doorbell.


    Mirabe nodded, her expression more serious than usual, yet she was


    remarkablyposed. Seeing her calm demeanor, As felt his own anxiety ease a bit.


    The emergency room door swung open, and before Mirabe even stepped inside, the beeping of machines and Dr. Ray''s voice directing emergency measures could be heard.


    With a determined look, she brushed past the nurse and entered the room.


    Dr. Ray was performing CPR, and the monitor showed a tline. Mirabe took one nce, then swiftly pulled out several silver needles, stating, "I''ll take over." When Dr. Ray heard Mirabe, he paused and noticed her for the first time. The other specialists in the room also turned their attention to her.


    Seeing Mirabe''s youthful face, they couldn''t help but frown skeptically.


    Dr. Ray spotted the silver needles in her hand and was momentarily shocked. "You''re... a healer?"


    Without a word, Mirabe quickly inserted the needles into key points on Nick''s chest.


    The specialists watching found it hard to believe. "You''re wasting our time," one of them muttered.


    The monitor remained unchanged. If it didn''t show any improvement in the next two minutes, saving him would be impossible. And the man on the operating table wasn''t someone they could afford to lose.


    Dr. Ray, however, was intrigued by Mirabe''s technique. He gestured for the specialists to hold theirments.


    Suddenly, the monitor started to show slight blips. The readings were still shaky, but Nick was being pulled back from the brink.


    Dr. Ray nced at Mirabe in disbelief. Even with continued CPR, he wasn''t confident of such a result.


    Another minute passed, and as the monitor''s readings began to stabilize, Mirabe removed the needles. After checking the wound, she turned to Dr. Ray. "Let''s get him into surgery now."


    "The dy and the heart damage make this a long shot," Dr. Ray admitted frankly, "but we''ll do what we can."