Chapter 700

"You've mistaken me for someone else." Vivian Laurent's expression remained impassive.

"But your aura resembles Dr. Luna's so much," the person insisted.

Vivian offered no further response. Their scrutinizing gazes lingered on her.

Inside the operating theater at Eudora Royal Hospital, the medical staff knew Vivian was waiting for Queen Eleanor to regain consciousness.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"Dr. Laurent!" A nurse burst in. "Emergency room—car crash victim with cardiac penetration! They need you!"

Vivian glanced at the steady vitals on the queen's monitor before turning away without hesitation.

On the operating table, a metal shard protruded from the patient's heart. The monitor screamed with alarm.

Gloves snapped onto Vivian's hands with lightning speed.

"Clamp."

"Suction."

Her voice was terrifyingly calm.

Six hours later, the surgical lights dimmed. The patient's heartbeat stabilized into a steady rhythm.

Gasps of awe filled the OR.

"My God... It's a miracle..."

Meanwhile, in the VIP suite, Queen Eleanor's eyelids fluttered open.

"Mother!" Fiona Grandelle rushed to the bedside.

The queen smiled weakly. "The surgery... Was it successful? Where's Dr. Luna?"

The two attending physicians froze in shock.

"Dr. Luna went to handle an emergency," one managed to reply.

Satisfied, the queen closed her eyes, oblivious to their stunned expressions.

Their exchanged glance conveyed the same realization—that young woman they'd doubted was indeed the legendary Dr. Luna.

In another OR, Vivian finished her third consecutive surgery.

Twelve hours of intense focus left her swaying on her feet.

As the doors slid open, a tall figure came into view.

Ethan Roscente stood waiting, holding an exquisite food container.

"How did you get in?" Vivian's voice was hoarse.

"I told them I was Dr. Laurent's fiancé." His lips curved slightly. "They let me right through."

Only then did Vivian notice the "Family" badge clipped to his chest.

The container opened, releasing the comforting aroma of freshly baked pastry.

"Exhausted?" He pulled over a chair. "Eat first, then rest against me for a while."

Vivian accepted the cake. Sweet cream melted on her tongue.

In this moment, every ounce of fatigue seemed worthwhile.