Chapter Four: Revival in Red

As dawn broke over Vesperia, the Royal Health Hub (RHH) came to life with an air of expectancy. Outside its imposing modern facade, a diverse assembly of doctors, nurses, and hospital staff gathered, their expressions a blend of focus and anticipation. The sleek architecture of RHH, bristling with state-of-the-art medical equipment, hinted at the groundbreaking procedures and advanced treatments within its walls. Hushed conversations and exchanged glances among the professionals added to the suspense, suggesting that something significant was about to unfold. Amidst the palpable tension, a shared commitment to excellence and a dedication to healthcare innovation were unmistakably present, setting the stage for a chapter filled with intrigue and high-stakes drama.

Ten minutes later, a parade of cars barrelled towards the hospital entrance, dancing like a drunk centipede trying to pass a sobriety test. Abruptly, they screeched to a halt, causing a traffic jam that would make rush hour blush. Leading the motley crew was a car so posh, it looked like it was designed by Zeus on a VIP day. Its back doors burst open like they were late for a party, adding a splash of drama to the chaotic scene.

Then Mr. Leo, donning his trademark mushroom hat that screamed 'fungi fashion disaster,' catapulted out of the car like a caffeinated squirrel. He unleashed a verbal torrent on the hospital staff, who appeared as clueless as a fish on a bicycle. "What the flying flamingos are you all standing around for? Get off your asses, snatch that fucking stretcher, and move quicker than a constipated turtle!"

As two hospital staff members hurriedly emerged with a stretcher, cutting through the tension with urgent determination, Mr. Leo signaled to his guards, directing them to carefully place Yash on the stretcher. Yet, the veiled woman held onto Yash with a fierce tenderness, her hands clutching him as if she could protect him from all harm.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Mr. Leo eased the veiled woman away from Yash. His eyes met hers, filled with a blend of compassion and unspoken understanding. Leaning close, he whispered softly, his voice tinged with warmth and reassurance, "We've given our all. Now, we must place our trust in something greater."

The veiled woman stood frozen, her face a canvas of conflicting emotions. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, reflecting the depth of her heartache and hope. 

The two hospital staff members swiftly maneuvered Yash into the surgical suite, with Mr. Leo and the veiled woman hot on their heels. As they entered the suite, a flurry of medical professionals darted about, prepping for the urgent procedure.

Fifteen tense minutes later, the surgical suite doors swung open, revealing a doctor whose face was deeply lined with worry. Locking eyes with Mr. Leo, he conveyed the gravity of the situation, "Mr. Leo, the patient has lost a significant amount of blood. We urgently need to replenish his blood supply to stabilize him." The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, amplifying the already heightened sense of urgency in the room.

With a glare that could halt even the most fervent of storms, the veiled woman fixed her intense eyes on the doctor, causing an involuntary shiver to run down his spine. "What the hell are you waiting for? Don't tell me this so-called 'high-end' hospital is all show and no substance?" she snapped, her voice dripping with a commanding authority that left no room for hesitation.

Struggling to maintain his professional demeanor under the weight of her intense gaze, the doctor replied, "Ma'am, I deeply regret the inconvenience. The patient has O negative blood type, which we currently don't have in our blood bank. However, we've alerted the 'Crimson Collection Wing', and they're actively searching for O negative blood as we speak," his voice tinged with a hint of desperation and urgency.

The intensity in the veiled woman's eyes deepened, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. Though her face was obscured by a veil, the intensity of her expression was unmistakable, albeit blurred. Anyone daring enough to lift that veil would confront bloodshot eyes capable of making even the most courageous person tremble. The room was thick with tension, echoing her resolute determination. She delivered a chilling ultimatum, her voice dripping with icy authority, "Doctor, do whatever it takes. But remember, if anything happens to him, this hospital will face consequences like never before."

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving the doctor visibly shaken. With a curt nod, he hastened back into the operating room, fully aware of the immense responsibility now squarely on his shoulders under her piercing gaze.

Mr. Leo, recognizing the palpable tension emanating from the veiled woman, stepped closer with a reassuring presence. "Easy now," he murmured softly, aiming to alleviate her visible distress. "They're giving it their all. Lashing out won't help. Let's stay optimistic."

The veiled woman remained silent, her eyes steadfastly locked onto the doors of the operation theatre. Though her face was obscured by the veil, the intensity of her expression was unmistakable, conveying both profound concern and a glimmer of hope.

After what seemed like an endless wait, a group of individuals burst into the waiting area. Among them, a visibly relieved figure approached Mr. Leo and gently said, "Mr. Leo, rest assured, we've found the donor."

A breath of relief passed through Mr. Leo as he exhaled audibly. Waste no time, they escorted the donor into the surgical suite. Inside, the medical team resumed their vital tasks, with each passing second feeling like an endless stretch of time.

Nearly thirty tense minutes later, the doors of the surgical room finally swung open. With his heart pounding in his chest, Mr. Leo rushed towards the doctors. "Is he out of danger?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.

A glimmer of a smile broke through the doctor's tense expression, subtle but laden with assurance. "Don't fret, Mr. Leo. He's stable and out of the woods for now. The blood loss has left him unconscious, but fear not, he'll come to soon."

Gratitude filling his eyes, Mr. Leo responded graciously, "Thank you, Doc. You have no idea how much this means to us. Name your price, and it's yours."

The doctor shook his head, declining the offer. "Don't thank us, Mr. Leo. If you truly want to express gratitude, thank the donor. Without him, we wouldn't have been able to save him." With those final words, the doctors departed, leaving behind a room filled with a mixture of relief and profound gratitude.

Mr. Leo stepped into the surgical room and saw Yash, lying unconscious and wrapped up in bandages like he'd tried to win a mummy impersonation contest on his day off. Seriously, Yash looked like he'd been attacked by the world's clumsiest mummy.Then, Mr. Leo's eyes landed on the next bed, and holy bling! There lay a middle-aged man, decked out in so much gold he looked like he'd been mugged by a gang of ostentatious leprechauns. This guy's bling was so over-the-top, even King Midas would've thrown up his hands and said, "Damn, dude, that's too much even for me!" With a face as smug as a cat that's just stolen the last piece of your favorite cheese, this guy was the living embodiment of "Too Much of a Good Thing." If arrogance were a fashion choice, this man would be gracing the cover of Vanity Unfair's "Worst Dressed" issue, with a caption that reads: "Seriously, Don't Even Try to Outdo This Guy."

Without skipping a beat at the sight of the walking goldmine before him, Mr. Leo confidently strode forward, a smirk of disbelief dancing on his lips. "Thanks for the lifeline, Mr. Gold-All-Over. Got a wish? Don't hold back, spill it," he quipped, blending cocky assurance with polished courtesy. Behind his poised exterior, he couldn't resist pondering whether the man's flashy attire was a sign of a midlife crisis or a bold audition for a B-movie pirate role.

The man erupted into a maniacal laugh and sneered at Mr. Leo, "After seeing me, you really think I need something from you?"

Mr. Leo, undeterred by the man's brazen audacity, kept his cool, allowing the ostentatious man to prattle on. After a momentary pause, the man quipped, "If you're so damn eager to settle the score for the blood, I've got two demands. Reckon you've got the balls to handle them?"

Mr. Leo smirked, holding back a laugh, and responded with a hint of disdain, "Look here, Mister, I did say you could ask. But whether I grant your damn wish or not, that's entirely up to me."

Undeterred, the flashy man smirked, "Don't shit yourself; they're chump change for a big shot like you. Here's what I want: one of your goddamn luxury cars and an electroexo suit."

Mr. Leo was momentarily knocked off balance. "What the hell? How does this guy know about our damn exclusive electroexo suits? Those are top-secret, and our high-demand luxury cars too?" Shaking off his surprise, he shot the man a piercing glare and snapped,"Alright, genius. When you're ready to skedaddle, hand your damn address to my guard outside. I'll sort out your ridiculous demands." With that, Mr. Leo turned on his heel and stormed off, deciding not to indulge the insatiable human treasure chest any further.

As Mr. Leo swaggered over, he couldn't help but ogle Yash, wrapped up like a mummy straight out of a cursed tomb, and surrounded by nurses so drop-dead gorgeous, they could make a priest question his vows. These sirens, with their killer smiles and "Is it steamy in here, or is it just us?" glances, turned the hospital corridor into a scene ripped straight from a scandalous telenovela. They were fussing over Yash, getting him dolled up for his plush escape to the "Crown Cure Quarter," the hospital's ritzy VIP recovery suite.

He(Mr. Leo) stood there, his heart heavy with worry, his eyes locked onto Yash as the nurses gently guided him away from the surgical room.

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