Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1156 Chapter 1158: Right then, the emergency room doors swung wide. Carsen stepped out first, his expression heavy with concern. "Dr. Walsh, how is he?" Maia asked, her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles had turned pale. She tried hard to keep her voice steady, but despite her efforts to suppress her anxiety, her tone was filled with worry. "This isn't the right place to talk. Follow me," said Carsen, pivoting sharply before striding away. Maia cast one last look at the emergency room, then hurried after Carsen to his office. "He's the patient you mentioned earlier, isn't he?

Your husband?" Carsen asked once the door was closed. His voice dropped low as his gaze held hers. "I promised to keep this confidential, so we can only speak here." He hesitated, then added, "You should prepare yourself for the worst." Maia pressed her lips into a thin line and gave a faint nod. "Please, Dr. Walsh. Tell me everything." Carsen leaned back in his chair, first taking a sip of water, then unwrapping a piece of candy to calm himself. Maia waited in silence, resisting the urge to interrupt, watching as he gathered his strength.

After he set the glass aside, Carsen slid the laptop toward her. "Maia, in the coming days, I'll be teaching you everything I know." He tapped the keyboard twice, pulling up the latest brain scan before turning toward Maia. "His condition has worsened compared to before." On the screen, the grayscale layers shifted one by one. Your next adventure is at g al n ovels . con Carsen's tone grew steady, resembling how he sounded in the operating room. "Take a look... the bullet fragments were lodged here at first, but the newest scan shows they've moved another millimeter down.

This new position is far more dangerous. It's pressed against a dense cluster of nerves - not only those tied to movement but also dangerously close to the language center." He let out a quiet sigh. "You haven't trained with me for very long, but you should be able to see that locating a safe incision point between these regions is almost impossible. And even if we attempt removal, ensuring the nearby nerves remain untouched will be extremely difficult." Maia said nothing.

She flexed her fingers, focusing on the weakness in her right hand - the same hand she had used against Tyrant that night. Chris' surgery demanded perfect control. Her hand couldn't waver, not even once. Still, whether from fear or from Carsen's explanation, her fingers began to tremble. "But listen, you don't have to panic just yet," said Carsen when he noticed Maia's reaction. "Although the removal is now more complicated, the fragments are less likely to shift again.

That means he'll suffer fewer headaches, and we have more time to plan carefully." With that, Carsen rose from his seat and crossed over to Maia, his expression resolute. "And I'll devote myself fully to working out a surgical plan." . . .