Eleanor lay completely comatose. Her pale, fragile face and silver hair painted a heartbreaking picture of vulnerability. Only the faint rise of her chest and the weak blips on the heart monitor proved she was still alive.
Mira wanted to break down, but she was a doctor right now. She forced her emotions into a cold, clinical focus, silently vowing to utterly destroy whoever did this.
She carefully assessed Eleanor's condition. Noticing the severe cardiovascular distress, she immediately administered one of Master Ellis's Vitality Core Tabs.
The proprietary pill was designed to alleviate precordial pain, combat myocardial ischemia, and drastically reduce the risk of fatal cardiac events. It also acted as a potent blood purifier and detoxifier.
Next, Mira began a rapid acupuncture sequence to force the toxins out of her vital organs. Regardless of the poison's nature, this technique would buy her precious time.
Moments later, Master Ellis rushed into the room. After a rapid briefing from Mira and the attending physician, he took over the acupuncture, expertly balancing Eleanor's plunging blood pressure and driving the poison back.
Freed up, Mira drew a blood sample and booted up her specialized bio-scanner, running an immediate comparative analysis to isolate the chemical footprint.
It wasn't standard hospital tech; it was a custom device engineered by Master Ellis, utilizing unique organic reactions to detect specific pharmaceutical classes.
Once she narrowed down the toxin's family, she ran it through the chemical analyzer for the exact match.
After the first phase of testing, Mira turned to the attending doctor. "It's a synthetic chemical compound. A therapeutic medication, not a traditional poison."
After discussing the initial results, she initiated the second phase. Mira identified the exact substance first. "It's Bellerophen."
The medication was a high-risk drug used to reduce fever, pain, and swelling. But for a patient with a pre-existing heart condition and high blood pressure, it was a lethal contraindication, exponentially spiking the risk of blood clots and massive hypertensive crises.
Given Eleanor's fragile state, if Mira hadn't been fortifying her system with custom medications for months, this attack would have killed her instantly.
What a vicious, calculated move!
Mira couldn't fathom it. The three Quinns standing in the hallway had all been painstakingly raised by Eleanor. How could any of them do something so monstrous?
If Mira hadn't been the legal proxy, she wouldn't have been able to file the charges, let alone force her way into the ICU.
"Sebastian, you're a grown man in your forties. Have you no shame when it comes to your own mother?"
Master Ellis said coldly.
Sebastian clamped his mouth shut, looking cornered.
"Mira, I swear it wasn't me! I would never hurt Grandma!"
Miles pleaded, looking desperate.
"Then tell the truth in the interrogation room. If you're innocent, the police won't hold you."

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