Chapter 1627
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Claire pressed two fingers to Hillary’s wrist, confirming her pulse, before withdrawing her Golden Needles.
She rarely deployed this specific set, but their conductive resonance far surpassed standard silver tools.
When a life was hanging by a thread, the Golden Needles were the only absolute guarantee.
No matter how many times Dr. Tandy watched her work, he was continuously floored by her sheer terrifying competence.
A mastery this profound at her age defied logic.
Claire moved like lightning, yet her hands were devastatingly steady. A decade of brutal training ensured she never made a mistake when it counted.
Hillary’s fall had pulverized her internal organs, making her internal hemorrhaging far more lethal than her skeletal fractures.
Stitching ruptured organs back together was already a medical nightmare.
But Dr. Tandy was a master; his emergency trauma work was flawless.
The physical surgery itself had been a total success.
The critical failure was her body simply lacking the strength to recover.
That was why Claire was here to violently jolt her biological systems back to life.
As long as the internal healing process restarted, Hillary would survive.
“The repaired organs are leaking blood. My needles will accelerate coagulation and force her cellular regeneration into overdrive,” Claire stated coolly.
“The pill I gave her is providing the metabolic fuel for the process.”
“You can relax now. The numbers are climbing back to baseline, aren’t they?”
“As long as she remains stable tonight, she’ll show massive improvement tomorrow. She’ll be out of the ICU in three days.”
Claire sp
with absolute, terrify certai
She never made promises she
couldn’t keep.
“I knew I could count on you.” Dr. Tandy gave her a thumbs-up, exhaling a massive breath.
Knowing the family outside was likely losing their minds, the two of them stripped off their surgical gear and headed for the doors.
Dr. Tandy stepped out first.
Claire lingered in the scrub room for a few extra moments, fighting off a wave of dizzying exhaustion from the intense focus.
By the time she emerged, Dr. Tandy had already delivered the good news.
He had also pointedly informed the Harding family that Claire had burned a priceless, irreplaceable medicine to save their daughter.
The Hardings were seasoned elites; they knew exactly what a debt of this magnitude required.
Hanson looked at Claire with absolute, unfiltered reverence.
He hadn’t truly believed she could pull Hillary back from the abyss.
He had spent the last three hours preparing for a funeral.
A collective, shuddering breath of relief swept through the Harding family.
Harold Harding looked a decade younger. After seeing his grandson crippled, the thought of burying his granddaughter had nearly broken ham.
He had trusted Claire tonight simply because she was the only option left.
If Dr. Solomon Sterling had been on Solenian soil, Harold would have never gambled on a college student.
Claire was simply too young. In high-stakes medicine, age equaled reliability.
The medical field universally favored grey hair and wrinkles.
And Dr. Sterling Senior’s reputation in Cabinda was nothing short of divine.
If Claire had known what the old man was thinking, she wouldn’t have been offended in the slightest.
Dr. Sterling Senior was a titan in their field. She had no desire to compete with an industry legend.
She readily admitted that the old doctor possessed decades of clinical experience she lacked.
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Because she was young, Claire’s methods were hyper-aggressive and terrifyingly bold. To orthodox C doctors, she looked like a ress gambler.
Dr. Sterling Senior, on the other hand, was flawlessly conservative, earning him the absolute trust of the elite.
Ten minutes later, Claire fully emerged into the waiting area.
Harold Harding leaned heavily on his cane and pushed himself to his feet.
“Claire. We are profoundly grateful,” the old patriarch declared.
His face was etched with raw, unfiltered sincerity.
He looked ready to bow to her.
The man was a decorated veteran; Claire wasn’t about to let a hero bow to a twenty-year-old.
She immediately stepped forward. “Please, sir, don’t say that. It’s my duty as a doctor.”
“If she hadn’t been assigned to
protect me, she wouldn’t be in this
hospital bed. Claire murmured the guilt she’d been suppressing bleeding into her voice.
She was amazed the Hardings didn’t despise her for it.
In reality, Harold was the only one in the family who actually knew the classified
details of Hillary’s deployment.
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