[What? Vivienne Blackwood has golden blood? I’ve never heard of anything like that before.]
[Wait... I remember the last time Vivian was hospitalized, she also needed a blood transfusion. Where did they even find a matching donor? Is this blood type really that common?]
[I doubt it. It’s one of the rarest blood types in the world. It’s practically a miracle that both Vivian and the little girl share it.]
[Forget the blood type for a second. I’m a doctor, and I’m telling you this kind of transfusion is impossible. This isn’t some fantasy novel. You need proper equipment, sterilization, and blood tests—]
[I know doctors understand these things better, but man, can’t you see the child is dying? At this point, all they can do is try... and pray it works.]
[Please let it work. Vivienne, I hate you, but if you really manage to save that little girl, I’ll become your most loyal fan.]
[Please let it work.]
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"Vivienne Blackwood, are you insane?!"
Arthur Williams shouted, his brown eyes overflowing with shock and panic.
Everyone watched as blood streamed rapidly from Vivienne’s arm, staining her pale skin crimson.
"Vivian... we don’t even know if the blood is transferring properly. Look, it’s dripping onto the floor... You have to stop."
Camila Hall felt a painful ache in her chest as she looked at Vivienne.
Meanwhile, Leo Thompson and Oscar Jones stood silently behind her, their expressions tense and focused.
Vivienne Blackwood could feel weakness spreading from her arm, slowly consuming her entire consciousness.
The pain felt familiar.
Yes... she had endured this kind of pain countless times before—far worse than this, a million times worse. That was why she no longer cared about pain. She no longer cried because of it. No longer feared it.
Only the trembling of her body betrayed just how unbearable it truly was.
At that moment, Vivienne focused entirely on channeling her fading energy into the little girl.
Vivienne Blackwood had studied medicine for years. She knew perfectly well that this method of transfusion was unrealistic and should never work...
But she had one hidden card left.
Her power.
Even if it wasn’t strong enough to heal the child completely, it was enough to stabilize her condition and force the transfusion to succeed without complications.
"Rosa... your father is here with you. You’ll be okay. You’re Daddy’s strong girl... hold on..."
The father’s sobs and desperate cries shattered everyone’s hearts.
For a brief moment, everyone truly wished that the girl’s reckless method would succeed and save the child.
Suddenly, Vivienne—who had been kneeling beside the little girl—lurched forward, nearly collapsing.
Several arms wrapped around her at once, holding her upright.
Leo Thompson, one arm firmly around the woman’s waist, lifted his gaze toward the man across from him.
Oscar Jones had one hand supporting Vivienne’s shoulder while the other steadied her from behind, gently guiding her head against his shoulder.
In an instant, Leo’s expression darkened, murderous intent flickering within his beautiful green eyes.
Oscar, however, seemed entirely unconcerned by the hostility Leo directed at him.
"Are you alright?" Oscar asked softly.
Vivienne slowly regained her senses and moved away from the two men.
"I’m fine. Just a little dizzy."
"...You can let go of me now."
Vivienne felt deeply uncomfortable with four hands gripping her so tightly.
The two men exchanged a look before silently withdrawing their arms at the same time.
Vivienne remained seated on the cold ground for so long that her knees nearly began to bleed.
With every passing second, the pain grew heavier, her vision blurrier, her head harder to lift.
But she couldn’t give up.
Not until the ambulance arrived.
"I think... Rosa’s complexion looks a little better?" one of the villagers exclaimed in shock.
"Oh my God... It’s true. She doesn’t look deathly pale anymore. There’s color returning to her face!"
"Did it actually work? Look, the child is breathing properly now!"
"Rosa! Rosa, my baby, my darling—you’re going to be okay... you’re going to be okay..."
The father dropped to his knees beside the stone slab where his daughter lay, gently touching her head with trembling hands full of love and desperation.
And then—
A miracle happened.
The little girl slowly opened her eyes.
Her lips moved weakly before a faint, fragile voice escaped them.
"...Daddy."
"My daughter... my daughter, you’re awake. I’m here. Daddy’s here. It’s alright... everything will be alright. Don’t be scared... don’t be scared."
[I’m crying so hard right now. She woke up... that means her chances of survival are high. I can’t believe Vivienne’s method actually worked.]
[I can’t believe it either. This is a real miracle. Oh God, look at how desperately her father is crying—my heart can’t take this.]
[What do you know? Those are tears of joy. As parents, we can feel our children’s lives with our hearts. He must’ve realized his daughter had truly survived and couldn’t believe it.]
[Vivienne is incredible. She pulled that little girl straight from the hands of death.]
[Thank you, Vivienne. On behalf of the little girl, her father, and everyone else... thank you from the bottom of my heart.]
[Listen! That’s the helicopter! The rescue team finally arrived! Vivienne’s face is turning white as paper. Hurry—save her!]
The very next second, the medical team rushed inside. With swift precision and flawless efficiency, they administered first aid to the child, connected her to breathing equipment and other medical devices, and then carried her onto a stretcher toward the helicopter.
Finally, Vivienne was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
She had saved the little girl.
Once the doctors treated her injuries at the hospital, Rosa would be completely safe.
A tremendous weight was lifted from Vivienne’s heart.
But as she tried to stand, her exhausted body finally gave out beneath her, collapsing like a withered leaf.
"Vivian—!"
Arthur shouted as he reached toward the falling girl—
But someone else was faster.
With a smooth, graceful motion, Leo caught Vivienne and gently steadied her against the ground.
"I’m fine... just a little dizzy from anemia. I’ll be okay after I rest for a while."
Supporting Vivienne as they walked, Camila Hall said anxiously, "Come on, let’s get downstairs quickly. You need to rest, and we’ll ask the program staff to send a doctor to examine you as well."
Then everyone rushed out of the empty cabin—
The very cabin that had become a living nightmare for everyone inside.