You Cannot Force A Dead Heart 소설 & 이야기

Luciano snapped, his voice echoing through the corridor. The doctor stared at him in utter disbelief. Yet, deep down, he understood—in moments of unbearable grief, even the most powerful men said things driven by sheer desperation. “Sir... we cannot take a living person's heart,” the doctor explained gently, choosing his words with extreme care to avoid taking a bullet to the head. “And even if we could, there is no guarantee you would be a matching donor. The harsh reality is that his body is already rejecting all life-support measures. We cannot keep him alive long enough to even source a donor, let alone perform a transplant.”

Their fear crashed into me. "Ross." Skylar grabbed my arm. "What is wrong?" "I do not know. Hurts." Myron helped me inside. Called for the pack healer. Dr Simmons arrived within minutes. His face grew serious as he examined me. "Your heart," he said quietly. "It is failing Ross. Age finally caught up." "Can you fix it?" Myron's voice shook. Desperation bled through the bond. "Not with supernatural medicine. This is natural mortality. His body is just worn out."

"Did... did it work?" Three of the top doctors immediately rushed to the table and closely inspected my father’s frail body, checking the digital readouts and flashing a light into his unmoving face. When they finished their quick evaluation, the lead doctor turned to face me, his features twisting into a deeply apologetic, fearful expression. "No, Alpha... it didn't work at all," he revealed quietly, his hands shaking slightly. "In fact, I think his core heart rate has reduced significantly because we are forcefully forcing his brain to wake up without the proper ritual. This unnatural pressure is using up his remaining life span and actively making him die much faster on the table."

He pulled out his phone decisively, not noticing the panic that flickered across Cara's face. "Peter, let's not do this." Peter pushed down Cara's hand, which was resting on his arm, and said coldly, "Ada must be taught a lesson. Otherwise, she'll never learn how to be my wife." On the other end of the line, his assistant, Cory Morrow, hesitated upon receiving the order. "Mr. Crowley, Mrs. Crowley's adoptive mother passed away last month. Her medical expenses had already been cut off before her death." Peter froze on the spot, murmuring in disbelief, "How is that possible?"

For now, he had to get rid of the mummified heart. The dried shriveled organ that against all of God’s laws was still beating.

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

It could save one’s life as long as the body and brain were not completely dead. After all, a cardiac arrest was not the only criterion to tell if a person was completely dead. In many cases, the doctor could use CPR or AED defibrillation in an attempt to restore the patient’s stopped heartbeat. However, even God would not be able to save the patient if their heartbeat had stopped for too long, leading to the death of their organs and brains. The doctors had given up trying to save Keith, and they put their hands in front of their chests and kept their heads low as they mourned in silence.

I don't know why but that sounded like a proud statement. If Clara was here, she would've hooted and clapped as a support. "What?..." He frowned in puzzlement. I sighed. "Okay, so what's this revive method? How should we do all this? And just to be clear, I'm not allowing you to die. We're gonna call this, Operation: Heart stroke." "Huh?" "It's like you lose your breath for a few seconds or minutes and then baam! you're back to life, so it means you just had a heart stroke. Sounds doable?"

Anna asked. “Well, it is. If you snap a vampire’s neck, that’s temporary death. For you to kill a vampire, you have to remove his heart. For you to kill anything, you have to detach it’s heart from it’s body. That’s the only way to make sure that he’s dead without looking back to check. You can always do that the normal way by ramming your fist straight into his chest and pulling his heart out or you can stab him straight to the heart. Either ways, you get the job done” Alex explained.

"He did this because he understood that once the heart is taken, the person cannot be revived. Although your chances were slim, it was the only way to preserve your sister's heart. "He was determined to try, no matter how slim the possibility."