Mafia Prince's Love

Chapter - 32 Ashes Of Victory ⚠️

⚠️ This chapter contains heavy violence!

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(In the Hospital, Night time)

(Only King and Prapai are there, others went to their mansion unwillingly)

King sat in a chair outside the ICU, his body tense with worry. His elbows rested on his knees, and his hands were clasped tightly together.

The fear and anxiety for Uea's life gnawed at him, leaving his heart heavy with uncertainty. The long hours of waiting only intensified his emotions.

Nearby, Prapai leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Though he tried to appear strong, the concern in his eyes was clear. The weight of the situation bore down on both of them as they waited anxiously for any news.

Inside the ICU, Uea lay unconscious, surrounded by machines that monitored his every breath. His breathing was shallow, aided by an oxygen mask that covered his face, while his body remained still beneath the crisp white sheets.

The doctors and nurses worked tirelessly around him, adjusting medications and checking vital signs, their focus unwavering. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that broke the silence, echoing through the minds of everyone present.

Top, who was overseeing Uea's care, looked both determined and concerned. He and his team had spent hours stabilizing Uea, treating the physical trauma and the infection that had taken hold.

Now, their focus was on preventing his condition from worsening. The infection had spread rapidly, and Uea's body was fighting a fierce battle against it.

Top administered another dose of antibiotics, closely watching the monitors for any signs of improvement. It was a delicate situation, and even the smallest mistake could have dire consequences.

As the minutes turned into hours, King felt an overwhelming urge to do something... anything to help. But all he could do was wait. Desperate for comfort, he pulled out his phone and dialed Lian's number. After a few rings, Lian answered, his voice filled with worry.

"Hia," King began, trying to keep his voice steady, "Uea's out of immediate danger, but he's still in critical condition."

Lian's voice was calm, but King could sense the underlying tension. "I'm relieved he's stable for now. Keep me updated, okay? We're all worried about him."

"I will," King replied. "Did you tell the others? How did they take the news?"

Lian sighed softly. "I haven't told them everything yet... just that Uea's been rescued and is in the hospital. I didn't want to worry them more, especially with Kuea and Diao's condition."

"That's probably for the best," King agreed, understanding Lian's need to protect them from the full weight of the situation.

After exchanging a few more words of reassurance, King ended the call and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind kept replaying the events that led them here.

The rescue operation had been dangerous and filled with uncertainty, but they had managed to get Uea out. The thought of what Uea had endured, and what he was still enduring, was almost too much for King to bear.

Inside the ICU, the night shift nurse checked Uea's IV lines, ensuring that the antibiotics were flowing steadily into his bloodstream. She adjusted the oxygen mask with practiced precision.

Top had ordered around-the-clock care, knowing that Uea's condition could change at any moment. Every small detail mattered, every dose of medication, every adjustment to the equipment, every moment of observation.