Chapter 37 She’s Dying
"She’s dying," the healer said grimly as he placed his glowing hands over Addison’s chest, channeling his energy. "Her heart’s under extreme strain. She’s lost too much blood—it’s barely managing to pump what little remains through her body."
The Royal Doctor immediately took charge, barking orders to the other medical staff in the ward.
"Go! Check her blood type—we need a transfusion immediately! Her wolf isn’t responding, and she’s not healing fast enough. Her body isn’t generating blood quickly, and if this continues, she’ll go into cardiac arrest!"
Only then did the others grasp the severity of Addison’s condition.
As the Royal Healer began working to stabilize her, the doctor swiftly moved on to assess the rest of her injuries."My God... this child," he murmured. "How has she even survived until now? Multiple fractures, and these gaping wounds on her back—were these caused by silver whipping?"
"Who could be so heartless as to subject this girl to such brutal torture?!" the Royal Doctor exclaimed as he continued examining Addison.
His chest tightened with anguish at the sight of her. She looked so fragile, so helpless—it was hard to imagine she could have done anything to deserve this level of cruelty. Nothing about her appearance suggested she was capable of any evil that might warrant such punishment.
"Old man, hurry! Heal her injuries as quickly as you can!" the Royal Doctor urged the healer urgently.
"I’m doing my best, so be quiet—I can’t focus with you shouting," the healer snapped, eyes locked on Addison as his hands worked tirelessly.