Chapter 221
She plugged in the device, took a deep breath, and pressed it against the woman’s chest.
“Clear!” The defibrillator buzzed to life.
The woman’s body jolted violently with each shock, her face contorted in agony as she fought against it. Crimson held her down with unyielding strength, preventing any movement.
The room echoed with her screams.
Jordan’s face twisted with a mix of concern and hardness. His gaze towards Flora became icy.
“She better cure my precious daughter,” he thought. “Or there’ll be hell to pay.”
After about thirty shocks, the woman was completely spent. Any more would be too much.
Flora turned off the device, instructing Crimson to help the woman lie down. She checked her vitals. The woman’s heart rate had steadied significantly.
Flora wiped the sweat from her forehead and finally allowed herself a small smile.
“How is she, Séraphine?” the butler asked anxiously. They’d never seen anything like this, and it had everyone on edge.
“She’s out of immediate danger,” Flora replied. “Her life isn’t at risk right now.” She glanced at the tightly shut windows. “Open all the windows. Fresh air will help her recovery.”
“Right away,” the butler nodded eagerly.
“The patient is in a coma. She should wake up within three hours. I’ll check on her again then.”
While they had temporarily stabilized her, the root cause might still require surgery. But for now, surgery was out of the question. After giving her instructions, Flora and Crimson left the room, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. The butler quickly arranged for some food.
In the living room, Jenny was waiting. The butler knew Flora and Jenny were bound to clash, so he had a room prepared for Flora and Crimson to rest and eat.
Jordan, still skeptical, called in other doctors to examine the woman. He couldn’t rely solely on Flora’s judgment.
The new doctors were stunned after their examination. “Did you bring in some kind of expert to treat the young miss?” they wondered aloud, unaware of Flora’s involvement.
Jordan didn’t answer directly. “Why do you ask?”
“When we treated her before, her heart was weak, and things looked grim. But now, her breathing is steady, and her heart is strong. She’s out of danger!”
Jordan’s expression shifted, contemplative. It seemed Séraphine did have some real skills.
He instructed the butler to let the doctors rest. Just as the butler left, Jenny entered. “Daddy, how’s sister?”
“The doctors said your sister’s much better now. She’s out of danger.”
Jenny’s face lit up. Her sister was the one who always looked out for her, and knowing she was safe brought immense relief. But the thought that Flora was behind her recovery gnawed at her.
“So, dad, what’s the plan? Are we really going to keep that woman around to treat sister?” Jenny raised her bandaged hand, tears welling up. The pain was still there.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jordan said, patting her head gently. “But your sister’s health comes first. Once she’s fully recovered, you can do whatever you want. I won’t stop you.”
Once his daughter’s illness was cured, Séraphine would no longer be necessary.
Jenny’s happiness was all that mattered. A mere Séraphine wasn’t worth his concern at all.
