Chapter 138

The doctors kept their doubts to themselves since Johnson, Bernard's personal doctor, had decided. Meanwhile, Hera finally saw Bernard in the operating room. As he lay on the table with his eyes closed, Bernard's lips stood out as unusually crimson against his pale expression. His hand, where the IV drip was attached, bore bruises and needle marks. Typically exuding an air of authority, Bernard now appeared fragile and weak. His brows remained furrowed despite being unconscious, hinting at a subtle restlessness beneath his closed eyelids, as if he were trapped in a nightmare. Hera observed his heart rate and blood pressure readings on the monitor. It appeared that his condition was more critical than she had anticipated. As she touched his forehead, Hera felt the heat. It was feverish enough to sear her heart. "The fever is a result of a wound infection. We've administered antibiotics and antipyretics, but their effect is minimal," Johnson explained, his tone tinged with concern.