Chapter 915

Vivian Laurent was still holding her scalpel when she received the news. She hastily removed her lab coat and rushed to the hospital with Fiona Grandelle.

The King was already pacing outside the emergency room. The Queen had been stabilized after resuscitation but suffered multiple fractures requiring long-term recovery.

The most critical case was the premature baby. The hospital had exhausted every means to sustain its vital signs, but by the time Vivian arrived, the monitor displayed a flatline.

The attending physician removed his mask and approached the King with a grave expression.

"Your Majesty, we've done all we could... The baby's heart stopped five minutes ago. With current medical capabilities..."

His voice trailed off.

The King seized the doctor's arm, his knuckles turning white. "Impossible! My son can't be gone! Try again!"

The usually composed monarch now had bloodshot eyes, looking like any other desperate parent.

He remembered how the Queen would gently caress her belly every day, how she'd prepared tiny clothes for this child. If she knew...

"The miracle doctor is coming! Just hold on a little longer!"

The doctor shook his head helplessly. "The baby's organs were underdeveloped. Surviving this long was already a miracle..."

The King staggered back as if aged a decade in seconds.

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"What's the status?" Vivian strode forward.

"Dr. Luna!" The King clutched at her like a drowning man grasping at straws, his voice trembling. "Please save my son!"

Fiona quickly steadied her swaying father.

Without another word, Vivian headed straight for the resuscitation room. "How long since cardiac arrest?"

"Nearly five minutes," the doctor murmured. "For newborns, survival rates drop drastically after four minutes..."

The King shouted behind her, "You can revive him! You've brought back the dead before!"

Vivian paused. This blind faith weighed heavily on her. She was just a doctor, not a deity.

Inside the resuscitation room, the incubator held a terrifyingly still infant. The tiny body was tangled in tubes, the monitor emitting a relentless monotone.

Surrounding doctors stood helpless, watching this fragile life slip away.

Vivian gloved up and took a deep breath. She couldn't imagine how the Queen would cope with this tragedy upon waking.