The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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An hour ago?

Martin froze in his tracks.

It didn't take more than half an hour to get from his house to the Century Grand Hotel. If his sister Diana had really gone to the

hotel to confront him after learning of their mother's accident, they would have bumped into each other before he left the hotel.

But when he had left just moments ago, there had been no sign of Diana.

Just then, his phone rang again. It was Diana calling.

"Diana," Martin answered immediately, anxiety edging his voice. "Where are you?"

"Hello, is this the brother of the phone's owner? You were listed as a recent contact. I'm a nurse at Hope Hospital. The phone's

owner was in a car accident and was brought here by a Good Samaritan. She's in critical condition and needs surgery urgently.

Could you please cand handle the payment?"

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"What are you talking about?" Martin's world rocked on its axis. "Which floor are you on? I'm on my way."

"Emergency, twelfth floor."

"Got it."

Without a second thought, Martin dashed to the elevator and shot up to the twelfth floor. He paid the fee and sought out the

attending physician to inquire about Diana's condition.

"The patient has multiple bilateral rib fractures, a sternal fracture, lung contusion, and a traumatic splenic rupture, among several

other injuries. She was in severe shock upon arrival and is in critical condition."

Martin's heart clenched with worry, and he asked urgently, "When will she be out of the woods?"

"It's hard to say. Even if she pulls through this, there are more hurdles ahead. Rest assured, our surgical team is doing everything

possible to save her."

As Martin stared toward the operating room, lost in concern, his phone rang with a call from the family's bodyguard.

"Mr. Martin, your mother's attending physician would like to speak with you."

"Alright, I'm on my way." The thought of all three family members hospitalized in one night left Martin utterly drained.

"Mr. Martin," the doctor began upon seeing him, briefing him on Florence's condition. "Your mother was in critical condition when

she arrived. We performed a series of preliminary exams and symptomatic treatments. She was vomiting continuously, and before

we had the test results, we were worried about increased intracranial bleeding and hematoma causing high intracranial pressure,

so we had to intubate her and put her on a ventilator."

The doctor continued, "Her blood pressure kept dropping, and the internal bleeding wouldn't stop. Her heart rate on the monitor

was climbing, so we injected red blood cells and plasma and administered norepinephrine to maintain her blood pressure. We also

noted her potassium levels were below normal, so to prevent electrolyte imbalance, we administered potassium."

Pausing for a moment, the doctor added, "The diagnosis revealed she had multiple fractures, internal vascular injuries, lung

contusions, and hematomas in the retroperitoneal and pelvic areas—more than twenty injuries in total. The rich vascular tissue in

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the retroperitoneal space is like a sponge, which makes stopping the bleeding during surgery challenging. This surgery may not

achieve the outcwe hope for, but rest assured, our hospital's blood bank has provided enough blood, and a team of multi-

disciplinary surgeons is assembled in the OR, doing their utmost to save the patient."

Martin didn't fully grasp the medical jargon, but he understood his mother's condition was grave.

"Is she in danger? When can she be cured?" Martin's worry was palpable.

"It's hard to predict. Even if this surgery is successful, there's a high risk of complications afterward. It will be difficult for her to

overceach one."

Heartbroken, Martin felt as if his world was collapsing. Grasping the doctor's shoulders, he pleaded, "Doctor, please, you must save

her."

"I'm only the attending physician; | handle the consultations. But don't worry, the surgeons inside will spare no effort in trying to

save her."

As Martin sat on the bench outside, lost in a haze of shock and grief, he turned to the servant next to him and asked hollowly, "Did

you see my mom. did you see her fall?"

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