Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even as the future Warlady, offending a master healer of his caliber was not wise. "I need you to use the Pierce of Trinity to protect their cardiac meridians. I'll handle the rest!" Felix then turned to Zara. "Zara! When the Bloom Seeds are forced out, blood will surge from all three acupoints where Dr. Quinn applies the Pierce of Trinity. Your job is to stop their bleeding." At this point, Felix could not afford any delays. He turned to Gale as well. "Tell the medical team outside to prepare for blood transfusions. The blood supplies are ready, right?"

Trish, dressed in a white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, looked bright and professional. She met Stanley's gaze—handsome and commanding—and said, "Mr. Hawk, based on my preliminary assessment, I believe Jessica's heart condition is due to an acquired heart defect, likely a ventricular septal defect and patent ductus arteriosus. Surgery can correct this." Stanley frowned slightly, his voice low. "Is the surgery risky?" Trish smiled, her lips curving into a seductive grin. "That depends on the specific surgical plan. Let's exchange numbers so we can stay in touch, Mr. Hawk."

He clutched his chest in agony as sweat began pouring down again. "Dad!" "Grandpa!" Both David and Christine cried out in alarm. "Don't panic. Lay Mr. Spencer Senior down," Joshua swiftly instructed. Without any delay, David laid Eli flat on the couch. Joshua closed his eyes and used two fingers to check Eli's pulse. After about 15 seconds, he opened up his medical bag and pulled out a pouch of silver needles. "The emotional upheaval caused a reversal in Mr. Spencer Senior's blood flow, putting pressure on his heart. I'm afraid it'll take some effort to treat this."

“Dragging this piece of shit into the house… what the fuck were you thinking?” I held the door open wider, my heart pounding as Noah carried him across the threshold. Blood dripped onto the floor in slow, dark drops, leaving a trail from the driveway all the way into the foyer. I winced at the mess but didn’t say anything. Now wasn’t the time.

I slid a single, crumpled business card across the battered wooden table, My fingers trembling just enough to make the red ink smear slightly. My heart thudded unexpectedly—curiosity, mixed with a strange flicker of unease. I reached out and carefully lifted the card, eyes narrowing at the bold, blood-red letters that seemed to pulse with life: Bloodmatch. Beneath the name, a smear of fresh-looking blood still glistened, as if it had just been spilled moments ago, and Shelby’s fingertips had left their mark. “What is this? I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my eyes darting from the card to Shelby’s tense face. His voice cracked, softer than I’d ever heard it, as if he was offering an ol

My hands were glued to her stomach, a protective measure, a gesture to keep the blood in her tiny body. Dr. Williams nodded and pulled a needle out of her bag, quickly starting an IV on Beatrice’s arm and attaching a bag of blood, the kind that’s compatible with every type. “I need to see the damage,” she replied, looking me straight in the eye. “The extra blood will help stabilize her blood pressure and her heart rate. You can let go now.” Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go.

And the droplets were my blood. Not thinking twice, I stabbed the syringe right in the middle of my chest, leaning an inch towards the left where my heart would be, and pressed down on the plunger. When I had emptied out the entire tube, I pulled it out and it automatically fell from my hand as I felt my entire body going numb. The ground was cold and sticky and I could feel the stones digging into my back as blood flowed freely. But at this point, the pain no longer registered in my brain.

“What are you doing? I said to circulate the essence everywhere in your body. We talked about this!! Which is the easiest way to spread the essence??” “The heart,” I whispered. “Good, take it there.” I followed his instruction, and as I led the glow to my heart, it lighted its own path as it followed the current of the blood in my veins. Once the essence pooled into the second chamber, my heart pumped the essence everywhere and slowly; its red colour turned purple. “Good, now take it to your lungs and exhale…” I did, but unfortunately, I followed the wrong path and rather than exhale, I gagged, and moments later, I threw up blood.

“What are you seeing in the cardiac tissue?” I was grateful for the subject change, mainly because I have realized thinking too hard about Naomi’s relationship was making me more anxious than I wanted to admit. “Every blood vessel is completely empty, but the cellular structure is perfect. No damage to the heart muscle, no signs of trauma or disease.” “That should be physiologically impossible. The human circulatory system doesn’t work that way.” “I know. That’s what’s so bizarre about all of this. Normal blood loss would show evidence like pooling, clotting, coagulation patterns, something. But these victims look like they were just… emptied.”

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.