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


    Mirabe, with a quick nce 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 Mirabe''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.


    Mirabe left the needles in ce 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 tookst year; there was still hope.


    Relieved, Mirabe 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."


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


    "Yeah," Dr. Ray nodded, his eyes drifting to the nearly empty blood bag nearby. "Keir''s got a rare A3 subtype, a gic 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 regrly. But for some reason, the Davis heirter refused to keep storing it, leaving them with just onest bag, now used up.


    Mirabe 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 sumb to blood loss.


    Mirabe 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."


    Mirabe nodded, "Thanks."


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