Chapter 185
Luna White flipped idly through the newspaper in the silent clinic, the ticking of the wall clock the only sound. Ever since that high-profile surgery that had shaken the entire hospital, her practice had grown even quieter.
"Dr. White, have you heard?" Nurse Lily Lee whispered conspiratorially as she leaned in. "There's only one spot for advanced training at the provincial hospital this year, and our department gets just one."
Luna didn’t look up. "It won’t be me."
She knew better. Having only been here for two months, if the opportunity went to her, the senior doctors would raise hell.
Just then, a heart-wrenching scream echoed down the hallway. Luna’s ears perked up—it was coming from Dr. Zhao Zhiguo’s office.
"You quack! If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll make you pay!"
Hesitating for only a second, Luna set the newspaper aside and stepped out. Before she could reach the door, a man in military uniform yanked her inside.
"Doctor, help her!"
Luna looked down. A girl of about seven or eight lay on the examination table, her face cyanotic, her chest still. Luna pressed her fingers to the child’s wrist—her heart sank.
"No pulse."
The emergency team rushed in, but after a few minutes of futile efforts, the lead doctor shook his head. "Prepare for the worst."
The mother lunged at Dr. Zhao like a wild animal. "Give me back my daughter! It was just asthma—how could it kill her?"
Luna stood frozen—until she noticed the faintest flutter of the girl’s nostrils. She sprang forward. "Wait! She’s still breathing!"
"What are you doing?" the mother shrieked.
Ignoring her, Luna pushed through the crowd and seized the girl’s wrist. Her supernatural ability surged through her fingertips—but the child’s body was already cold, the energy dissipating like water into sand.
"It’s the death rattle," the emergency doctor murmured. "Once that breath fades, she’ll—"
Before he could finish, the girl convulsed, coughing violently—a spray of black blood splattering across Luna’s white coat.
The room fell deathly silent.