Revenge After Death

Chapter 522

Zion's and my expressions changed drastically. Then, we kicked the door hard. Finally, the door was kicked open, and we ran over in a panic.

The white sheets on the bed were stained red with blood. Rachel's palms lay open, blood gushing from the cut blood vessels in her wrists. Her face was now drained of color. The bed was adorned with scarlet rose petals, evoking a strange and unsettling ambiance.

"He's laughing at me! He's laughing at me!" the murderer roared crazily. He turned around and ran out. Zion and I ignored him. We hurried over to check on Rachel's condition.

"Zion, there's been significant blood loss, and her pulse is very weak. Get her to the doctor right away!" I urgently yelled.

Zion's entire body trembled with fear. He hastily scooped up Rachel and sprinted toward the medical capsule with all his might.

"You'll be fine, Rachel. Nothing will happen to you," Zion said, his voice choked with sobs and trembling.

I hurriedly rushed outside, only to realize that Steven hadn't followed me. He remained by the bed, gazing at the blood pooling on the sheets. He grazed it with his fingertips, bringing them to his nose to smell.

"Steve?" I gazed at him with doubt, deeply concerned about Rachel's condition.

"The average blood content of a woman is approximately 4584 ml. Losing more than 50% of this volume can lead to complete loss of the body's blood pumping function, ultimately causing the heart to stop.

"The medical team on the cruise ship is highly skilled, but the cruise ship is too far from the port to access a blood reserve. She can't be saved," Steven whispered, glancing back at me.

I stood there, frozen. I unconsciously took a step backward.

"No... But what if there's a miracle?" I suddenly realized the immense significance of faith and the potential for a miracle to occur. What if she could be saved?

"A miracle? Could it be possible that there's a backup blood bank on this cruise? But why would a cruise ship be equipped with blood supplies? How logical is that? What is the true intention behind this cruise? Why did the Rebels select this particular cruise?

"What's their ultimate purpose in creating such a commotion?" Steven lifted his head and fixed his gaze upon my eyes.

It was evident that the masterminds behind the Rebels organization were true geniuses. Every move we made was part of their calculated plan, including Rachel's life-threatening blood loss and the arrival of the Yesa murderer. Everything went as planned.

They wanted to reveal a shocking truth. I understood instantly. I sprinted toward the medical area in a panic, praying hard that she would be fine.

"Excuse me! Move aside!" Simultaneously, numerous medical professionals were rushing to a hospital bed to save a patient.

"The patient is in cardiac arrest. Hurry!"

I stood beside Zion, offering words of reassurance. "She'll be fine..."Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"There's a blood bank on this cruise ship..." Joel also realized that something was amiss.

Zion simply wanted to pray for Rachel's well-being. He might not have any extra energy to spare for other

thoughts. I glanced at Steven as he accurately guessed that there was a blood bank on the cruise.

"The patient has congenital heart problems and needs a heart replacement urgently..." whispered the doctor to the patient's family members outside the operating room.

Fortunately, I had a good hearing and looked at them warily. It seemed that those people noticed I was watching them and swiftly left with their families.

The doctor emerged from the operating room, shaking his head at us. "I'm sorry... There was excessive blood loss, and the patient is now brain dead..."