Chapter 1626

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Elias Sterling, the brilliant young heir to the Sterling legacy, was a strong candidate. However, he had been dispatched on a high-risk mission to Montara a few days

ago.

He had returned with an arm injury. While he could do basic consultations, performing the excruciatingly precise acupuncture was out of the question.

The golden needles required absolute physical perfection; a slight tremor from an injury would be fatal.

They had already begged Elias, but he physically couldn’t do it.

Claire had been out of town during the initial crisis, so Hanson hadn’t even considered her.

It was Dr. Tandy who brought her up, mentioning a terrifyingly gifted young woman and asking if they were desperate enough to try.

Harold Harding had witnessed Claire’s prowess firsthand and instantly gave the green light.

Hillary’s parents, however, were fiercely opposed to the idea—especially Mrs. Harding.

Learning that the supposed “savior” was younger than her own daughter made her immediately reject the proposal.

She had demanded they charter a jet to bring Dr. Sterling Senior back immediately.

The officials had approved the request, but Dr. Sterling Senior’s flight was mysteriously grounded due to unforeseen airspace complications.

There was no way the old master was making it back in time.

And Hillary was out of time.

Mrs. Harding’s objections no longer mattered.

The rest of the Harding family voted yes, and Hanson, as Hillary’s fiancé, gave absolute consent.

Mr. Harding pulled his hysterical wife out of the hallway, giving Hanson the opening to call Claire.

That bitter family argument was the main reason the distress call came so late.

“Claire. We’re fighting in the trenches together again,” Dr. Tandy said, waving her over as she hurried in.

Dragging a college girl out of bed at 3 A.M. was brutal, but Dr. Tandy knew saving a high-profile asset like Hillary would cement Claire’s reputation instantly.

Even if she didn’t care about fame, the clinical experience was invaluable.

“Dr. Tandy,” Claire greeted, matching his brisk pace.

Dr. Tandy lightly tapped her forehead with a chart. “Why are you still so formal with me?”

“Let’s go. It’s your show tonight.”

He tossed her a sterile surgical gown. There was zero time for pleasantries; the clock was ticking.

He handed over Hillary’s chart, rapidly breaking down her catastrophic vitals as they walked.

Claire reached into her pocket.

Her fingers brushed against her final emergency pill. It looked like Hillary was getting the last dose.

She only carried three at a time, and this would deplete her current stash completely.

She had two more hidden away at Mary’s house back in Solenia, but those were useless right now.

The medicine was notoriously difficult to forge because the raw ingredients were practically extinct.

In the ancient texts, it was called the Restoration Elixir. A single dose could drag a dying person back from the abyss.

“Claire!”

Hanson shouted her name right before the heavy doors of the surgical wing swung shut.

Claire turned back.

Hanson bowed deeply, desperation radiating from his posture. “Please. Save her.”

Claire gave a solemn, curt nod before stepping through the threshold.

As the red “IN USE” light flicked on, the hallway outside descended into a suffocating silence.

The entire family had mobilized.

Harold Harding sat rigidly in a chair, while Ewan Harding,

Wheelchair-bound

wavelet

wheetcham bound, hovered near the door.

Hanson stood frozen by the entrance, refusing to even blink.

Inside, the chaos was absolute. Claire immediately began a terrifyingly swift assessment of Hillary’s body.

Her vitals were in freefall. Even the

hospital’s multi-million-dollarlifeet

Support systems couldn’t anchorher to the living.

Claire didn’t hesitate; she shoved the Restoration Elixir straight under Hillary’s tongue.

Dr. Tandy caught the movement. “What did you just give her? Is it going to interfere?”

“It anchors the life force. Secret family recipe,” Claire replied, flashing him a brief, confident wink.

The rest of the surgical team, deeply loyal to Dr. Tandy, collectively pretended they hadn’t seen the unauthorized medicine.

Dr. Tandy knew Claire’s master descended from an ancient lineage of royal physicians.

If she claimed to have a miracle drug, she had one.

Seconds after the Restoration Elixir dissolved,

Se horrifying downward

Hillary’s monitors finally

flatlined into a stable rhyt

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