Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 189 Summoning the Funeral Home

Leaning heavily against the doorframe, Watson found himself gasping for breath. "Goodness, that certainly took the wind out of me," he muttered.

The primary hospital affiliated with Providence Conservatory had just grappled with a peculiar cardiac surgery case. The head of cardiology was left in a quandary about the outcome, prompting the hospital's upper echelons to seek counsel from the leading heart surgery experts. Watson, renowned as the top cardiology specialist in Pliar country, was naturally the first choice. He took the reins, performing the surgery himself with the chief of cardiology assisting. The operation was a marathon, lasting over three hours. Just as Watson was shrugging off his white coat, Mildred Gomez intercepted him, requesting him to use his privileges to withdraw blood from the blood bank. Flora Harrison's blood type was documented online, leaving no room for error.

By a stroke of luck, Lela had found some spare time during her stay in the Valley of Healing to learn western surgical suturing from Watson. Her rapid learning ability and strong comprehension were nothing short of impressive. Despite her usual penchant for research, she had managed to nearly master all of Watson's life's learning within a year, during her time in the Valley of Healing.

After suturing the blood vessels, Lela immediately shifted her focus to stitching the skin tissue.

She was plagued by worries that Flora's left hand might not regain full functionality after healing and was concerned about potential scarring. Thus, she approached the delicate task of skin suturing with extra caution.

By the time she finished, her forehead was slick with sweat.

Tiny beads of sweat clung to Lela's face and body.

Once done, Lela checked Flora's breathing again-it had become alarmingly faint. She swiftly wrapped the sphygmomanometer from the medical kit around Flora's uninjured right elbow and took her blood pressure: 69/43 mmHg, with a pulse of 51 beats per minute, critically below normal values.

Flora's body temperature was also on a slow decline.

All signs pointed to Flora's life force ebbing away.

Tears welled up in Lela's eyes as she gazed at her sister's pallid face.

Was she about to lose her only family in the world in such a manner?

No, it couldn't end this way.

A blood transfusion was all she needed.

Flora was clearly suffering from severe blood loss.

For a moment, Lela's mind went blank; she hadn't thought to reach out to Watson. Then, she remembered.

Just as she was about to turn and call Watson for a fresh supply of blood, she saw him, panting from exertion, clutching a cooler in his hand. Doctor Watson, having secured the compatible blood, was hurriedly ushered over by Mildred Gomez. En route, Doctor Watson voiced his surprise, "Mildred, how did you know I was here?"

Mildred Gomez, usually a good-natured woman, responded with an uncharacteristic frostiness in her voice, "No one can evade the Sylvesters' tracking."

Doctor Watson felt a pang of guilt. He was well aware of what it meant to be under the Sylvesters' scrutiny, but seeing the icy look on Mildred's face, he grew anxious, "It's not... Little Lela isn't in trouble, is she?"

If anything had befallen Lady Phoenix, the venerable elders at the divine doctor valley would be furious with him.

Mildred ushered him into the passenger seat and drove straight to the hotel.

"It's not."

Relieved by her response, Doctor Watson allowed himself to relax.

Surprise flickered in Lela's eyes as she regarded Doctor Watson, but it was quickly replaced by understanding. Of course, Sylvester Gomez had been the one to inform him. He always seemed to know her better than she knew herself. Without wasting a moment, Lela seized Doctor Watson's cooler, extracting the blood bags within. She began to warm them in her hands, the urgency of the situation fueling her actions. As Doctor Watson settled into a chair, she tossed the remaining bags to him, instructing, "Warm these up."

Time was a luxury they couldn't afford. The bag she clutched desperately needed to be administered posthaste.

Swiftly, she readied the transfusion needle, arranged the tourniquet, and sterilized the area designated for puncture...

As the seconds slipped away, Lela remained a vigilant sentinel at Flora Harrison's side, not once leaving the young actress alone.

Doctor Watson, whose wife was an ardent fan of television dramas, recognized the unconscious woman - Flora Harrison, his wife's favorite actress.

How had she come to attempt suicide?

Despite the media circus surrounding the incident, Doctor Watson, a man of academia, rarely indulged in celebrity gossip.

He was unaware of the circumstances that had driven Flora to such a desperate act and was even more perplexed about why Lady Phoenix was acquainted with the actress.

In the meantime, after repeatedly checking Flora's vital signs and observing her condition stabilize, Lela felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Doctor Watson may not have been privy to the entire situation, but he wasn't entirely ignorant of the news. He pulled out his phone and, after perusing the content, felt a surge of indignation. The online comments were ruthlessly harsh.

How could they publicly slander her without having witnessed the event themselves?

It was a distasteful spectacle. Doctor Watson pocketed his phone, casting a glance at the figure on the bed. He exhaled deeply before addressing Lela, "Lady Phoenix, how should we handle this situation? I see the reporters have already surrounded the building downstairs."

Earlier, he had barely managed to enter the building, thanks to Mildred Gomez's fearless driving through the throng of intrusive reporters. It seemed that audacity could indeed scatter a crowd unwilling to risk their lives.

Once upstairs, Lela's lips tightened as she watched one bag of blood empty into the patient, swiftly replaced by another. Her expression was frosty as she picked up her phone and dialed Sylvester Gomez's number, stating, "Sylvester Gomez, tell the folks at the funeral home to come over."

Downstairs, Sylvester furrowed his brow in confusion, then realization dawned, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. Only his Lela could concoct such a plan.

Doctor Watson was taken aback, "Lady Phoenix, the patient is still alive."

Their color was clearly improving...