Chapter 683

Vivian Laurent stared at the medical report, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The condition of Queen Eleanor's unborn child was far more complicated than she'd anticipated.

"Dr. Luna?" The queen's cautious voice came through the phone.

Vivian took a deep breath. "I need to reevaluate the test results."

She heard the muffled sound of the queen suppressing a sob.

"Please. You're my last hope."

Ethan Roscente approached with a coffee cup but stopped at Vivian's warning glare.

"Quiet."

She rapidly scrolled through the latest imaging report sent by Fiona Grandelle.

The fetal abnormalities were worsening.

"Your Majesty, have you been exposed to any radiation recently?"

"Absolutely not!" The queen's voice tightened. "I barely even use my phone."

Vivian's brow furrowed.

This defied standard medical progression.

Ethan slipped out of the study and dialed Simon Eisner.

"Dig up everything on the Eudoran royal family."

The aroma of frying eggs drifted from the kitchen.

But Vivian remained oblivious, completely absorbed in analyzing the data.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"Your Majesty, there's hope."

The sound of shattering glass came through the phone.

"Really?"

Vivian pulled up a 3D model. "Two options."

"First is surgery at full term, but the risk factor is too high."

"And the second?" The queen's breathing quickened.

Vivian typed rapidly. "Intrauterine intervention therapy."

"We can start now?"

"It requires specialized equipment." Vivian paused. "Does Eudora Royal Hospital have it?"

The queen responded instantly, "We'll import whatever we don't have!"

Ethan stood in the doorway holding breakfast.

He saw the spark in Vivian's eyes—that exhilaration she only showed when facing a medical challenge.