Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 850: Maia hurried to meet him, her words trembling with worry. "Professor Bryant, please tell me - how is Chris?" "He's stable for now," said Lenny, his tone heavy. "For now?" Maia's breath caught in her throat. "Do you mean it's only temporary?" Lenny didn't answer immediately, instead fixing his gaze on her for a moment. After a while, he exhaled slowly. "Maia, come with me. There are some things I need to discuss with you." Maia followed him into a nearby office. The space was simple, barely two hundred square feet, but everything inside was neatly arranged.

"This is where I'm working today," Lenny told her as he moved toward a viewing lamp mounted on the wall. He slid a set of fresh CT scans beneath the light. A sharp click echoed as the lamp flickered to life, revealing rows of clear, detailed brain images. Lenny's voice grew even graver. "You need to prepare yourself, Maia." Maia moved closer, eyes scanning the images. On the right side, a dark mass cut through the ordered patterns - a jarring intrusion. Lenny pointed at the scans. "The fragment shifted and ruptured a blood vessel here.

Chris must have gotten too worked up, which pushed his blood pressure too high. The vessel swelled until the fragment tore through, leading to a small hemorrhage that's putting pressure on his nerves. We've already acted quickly, but the situation isn't good. If he gets upset again and his blood pressure spikes, there's a real danger he could suffer another brain bleed." Maia's face tightened, her fingers gripping so hard that her knuckles paled. "If we don't get that fragment out soon..." "He could suffer another brain hemorrhage at any moment, anywhere," said Lenny.

His words landed heavily, leaving Maia stunned. "If it happens and the bleeding is too much, or if help doesn't arrive in time, Chris may never wake up." : [․] Maia clamped her lips shut, a tightness rising in her throat as she battled back the swirl of panic. Somehow, she managed to ask, "Has a surgery plan been decided yet?" "There is." Lenny paused, gathering his thoughts. "We've spent days reviewing the options. After plenty of debate, this is the best plan we have so far. But the chances of success are slim." He rubbed at his brow, clear frustration showing.

"It's only about twenty percent - even if we're being hopeful. That's the highest anyone could give it." Lenny repeated the percentage, making sure she understood just how slim the chances were. "The risk is enormous. The bleeding point is close to the brainstem. Even the slightest mistake could leave him in a vegetative state, cause a permanent coma, or result in brain death." A stabbing ache twisted in Maia's chest. Lenny cleared his throat, his voice carrying a helpless note. "Even with this plan, no one's willing to take that risk.

The danger is simply too great, and nobody wants to attempt a procedure with only a one-in-five chance of working." "So, he's just supposed to die waiting?" Maia's eyes flashed as she fought to steady her voice. "Because the risk is high, everyone steps back and just lets him slip away?" "We're not giving up on him," said Lenny, his expression clouded. "Chris isn't facing immediate danger. We can treat his symptoms, avoid risks, keep him calm, and hopefully buy him more time-" . . .