The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 801

Chapter 801: Chapter 801 Emergency
Zhane felt a heat surge through his body as Hera’s words reached his ears. The simple thanks she gave him made his heart swell, a rush of emotion flooding him like fireworks exploding in his chest.

In that moment, his mind was consumed by nothing but her. He never realized how deeply being appreciated and recognized by the woman he loved could affect him. The joy he felt now far surpassed any recognition he had ever received, whether it was completing a complex surgery or making a groundbreaking discovery.

To him, Hera’s gratitude was more than any accolade or achievement—it was everything.

He had never imagined, in a million years, that he would fall this deeply for someone. Yet, here he was—completely, irrevocably in love with her. As he kissed Hera, Zhane’s eyes reddened, the overwhelming emotion threatening to spill over.

But this time, they didn’t push beyond the kiss. They chose to savor the moment, to let the depth of their connection settle into something pure. It wasn’t that they feared tainting their feelings—it simply felt right. In that moment, they wanted nothing more than to feel each other’s presence, to live in the now without rushing forward.

For Hera, this simple act of closeness was enough to quiet the whirlwind inside her. She stopped thinking about the novel’s plot, her fate as the cannon fodder, or how to rewrite her future. All those worries faded into the background. For now, it was just them, and that was all that mattered.

She was still reeling from the happiness that came with finally seeing the fruits of her hard work. After everything she had endured, it finally felt like her efforts were paying off.

Although her relationship with the male leads had started with deception and manipulation, now, for the first time, she felt she could truly move forward with them.

Yet, at the back of her mind, she knew she owed them the truth—her real identity, her secrets, and the reason she had approached them in the first place.

Hera understood that she couldn’t drop everything on them at once; she needed to find the right time, to open up to them little by little. What she had to share wasn’t something easily understood, nor was it something anyone could accept lightly.

Even she had struggled for years to come to terms with Athena’s revelation—that they lived inside the world of a novel—before she could fully believe her best friend.

Admitting to them that she had once been nothing more than a cannon fodder, that she had deceived and manipulated their feelings just to use their male lead halos for protection—it all sounded so cruel.

Hiding her true identity felt like an even bigger betrayal. Just thinking about it made her head throb with the beginning of a headache. In other novels, revelations like this were enough to spark massive misunderstandings that would drag on for hundreds of chapters before being resolved, and the thought of it made her nervous and anxious.

But for now, Hera didn’t want to dwell on the how or the when. She just wanted to stay like this, in Zhane’s arms, clearing her mind and soaking in the peace of the moment.

After their kiss, Zhane rested his forehead gently against Hera’s, trying to steady his breathing. His right palm cradled her cheek, and his fingertips lightly caressed her earlobe, sending a soft shiver through Hera’s body. Zhane let out a low chuckle, finding her small, involuntary reaction irresistibly cute.

Hera, too, treasured these quiet, tender moments. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth between them, their breaths mingling softly in the stillness. Once he had calmed down, Zhane pressed a featherlight kiss to her cheek, then to the corner of her eye, and finally to her forehead—each delicate touch silently expressing how deeply he loved and respected her.

Just then, an emergency alarm shattered the peaceful moment. Both Hera and Zhane’s eyes flew open as they scrambled off the bed. Zhane quickly slipped on his shoes and, before rushing out, turned to Hera.

“You don’t need to come. Just rest here—it’s probably one of the other patients,” he said, trying to reassure her. The shrill sound of the ‘Code Blue’ alarm echoed through the halls, calling all available doctors and medical staff. Zhane didn’t want to add to Hera’s worries, so he hurried out of his office without another word.

But Hera couldn’t stay put. Even if it was another patient, the thought of something happening to Leo gnawed at her. Quickly, she shoved her feet into her shoes, only tightening them without bothering to tie the laces. She left her other equipment on the bedside table, grabbed only her phone, and dashed out of the room, heading straight toward where Leo was.

Sure enough, as soon as Hera reached the corridor, she was met with chaos—nurses shouting, alarms blaring, and the emergency announcement crackling over the speakers:

“Code Blue! Code Blue! Floor 7, ICU Room 1! I repeat, Code Blue! All available medical staff, respond immediately!”

Hera’s heart pounded fiercely as she broke into a run. The hallway was a frenzy of movement—nurses pushing emergency carts loaded with life-saving equipment, doctors hurrying toward the ICU.

Even in her panic, Hera remained nimble, weaving through the rush without colliding into anyone. She knew all too well that causing a delay now could cost precious seconds—and possibly a life—so she forced herself to stay focused despite the fear gripping her chest.

And then she saw him—Zhane, his messy bangs falling into his eyes, partially obscuring his desperate gaze.

The patient he was trying to save?

It was Leo.

He was suffering from respiratory failure, and Zhane, along with his team, was urgently pumping air through a mask. Zhane was positioned over Leo on the bed, performing resuscitation with meticulous care.

Every movement was cautious, almost restrained, because Leo’s ribs were fractured; one wrong compression could misalign them and puncture his lungs, a mistake that could cost him his life in an instant.

Zhane’s face was tight with distress, and the surrounding medical staff looked just as tense, fear and worry etched into every line of their bodies as they battled against the overwhelming complications of Leo’s condition.

Hera, watching helplessly through the glass, couldn’t stop the silent sobs from escaping her. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay quiet, even as she struggled to hold in the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs as she watched, every second stretching into eternity.

Just as Zhane finally managed to get Leo breathing again, the heart monitor shrieked—Leo had gone into cardiac arrest. The crushing pressure almost made Zhane falter; Leo’s body was failing, and only his sheer willpower was keeping him tethered to life.

“Get the defibrillator—hurry!” Zhane shouted, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Even he, always the steady one, was starting to fray at the edges, fear clawing at him as he fought desperately to keep Leo alive.

Two doctors quickly prepared the defibrillator, working with shaky but practiced hands. As soon as it was ready, they handed it to Zhane, who had already climbed off the bed to make room. A nurse hurried to open Leo’s medical gown, exposing his battered chest. Without wasting a second, Zhane pressed the paddles firmly against Leo’s skin.

“Clear!” he barked.