Lance stood quietly to the side, watching Addison as she worked with surprising skill. Seeing that he wasn't stopping her, she took a deep breath and continued with the rescue efforts. Her entire focus was on Steven as she examined the ECG. The T wave began to widen slightly, and she noticed small changes in the ST segment. A frown appeared on her face. Robert, who had just spoken, also looked at the ECG. The curve on the screen was unmistakable—it was a sign that someone was nearing death. Why was Steven getting worse? Robert started to doubt Addison's medical expertise. He had confidently assured Lance that she could save Steven, even convincing him to give her a chance. Now, it appeared that he had overestimated his abilities and interfered. Regret washed over him as he realized how wrong he might have been. If Steven died under Addison's care, Robert couldn't even imagine the consequences. Addison frowned as she studied the ECG. Without hesitation, she grabbed Steven's cold wrist. It was lifeless, and the blood seemed to have stopped flowing. Robert, shaking with fear, could barely stand. He had initially wanted to thank Addison for her earlier restraint, as her words had suggested a solid understanding of clinical medicine. But now, Steven's situation had worsened. If Steven were to die, Robert would also fear for his own fate. Thankfully, Lance didn't have the medical knowledge to interpret the ECG, or else Robert would have been in even more trouble. ... Addison quickly grabbed a blood pressure cuff from the shelf and strapped it around Steven's arm. The change in his blood pressure was dramatic. Her lashes fluttered as she urgently called, "Lance, get me the first aid kit by the door!" Lance was stunned. "Hurry up!" she urged, her voice sharp with urgency. Lance snapped into action, rushing to open the operating room door and retrieve the small first aid kit. He handed it to Addison."Set it down and open it," Addison ordered, unable to touch it herself due to her gloves. Lance obeyed without question. "At the bottom, there's a box of medicine. Take out a pill," she instructed. Lance did as he was told, handing Addison the pill, which she placed under Steven's tongue. "What's this? He can't just take random medicine!" Robert, now recovering from his fear, protested when he saw what Addison was doing. "Mr. Johnston, Mr. Steven can't take medicine like this!" Robert was shocked and wanted to stop her. Lance shot him a cold look, silencing him instantly. "Steven is in heart failure," Addison said calmly. "This medicine is for that." Heart failure was a term for the final stage of heart disease, a point where the heart's cells were beyond repair. Steven was indeed in heart failure, and he had already suffered from ventricular fibrillation before Lance arrived. Robert scratched his head. At first, he hadn't thought much about it. But then, he realized something was wrong. "You're talking nonsense!" he exclaimed. "There's no medicine that can treat this kind of heart failure!" "Who permitted you to give him random medicine? You're going to kill him!" Robert was furious. "You don't know what you're doing! Stop right now and leave!" Lance's eyes twitched at Robert's words, and he turned to look at Addison. After hearing the accusation, Addison remained expressionless. "Just because something isn't sold commercially, does that mean it doesn't exist? Can't I make it myself?" "You? You made it?" Robert was taken aback and momentarily stunned. Even Lance couldn't help but look at Addison with more curiosity. Since when did she become so capable? "That's impossible! Are you out of your mind? How could you claim something like this?" Robert snapped, unable to believe her. Who could create a drug to treat such severe heart failure? If it existed, big pharmaceutical companies would have already grabbed it. Besides, if Addison had such a drug, she would be wealthy by now, not spending her time trying to impress Lance. Robert's words lingered in Addison's mind, but she took a deep breath and glanced at Lance. "Lance, can you get him out of here? I can't focus on helping Mr. Steven with him around," she said, unwilling to discuss it further. Lance gave his bodyguard a signal, and Robert was swiftly dragged. Lance trusted Addison's word, especially her expertise in pharmaceuticals. The room was quiet again. Addison was sure she could handle Steven's heart failure, but as she worked, she noticed that Robert had used the wrong medication earlier. Those medications had side effects, and the nitroglycerin would make things worse by lowering the blood pressure too much. Addison focused, carefully opening the small wound from the previous doctor, with the blood inside still swirling as though it were boiling. Over time, the blood started to form thicker bubbles, clouding her view. She adjusted her hand slightly to get a better angle. Meanwhile, Lance, who had been watching Steven, found himself completely captivated by Addison's focus and precise movements. He suddenly realized he was staring at her, lost in her skillful actions. Addison checked the ECG again. After administering the medicine, Steven's condition improved slightly. His blood pressure was still low, but his pulse was stronger. Now, she was moving on to the most critical part. This next step could decide everything. Without hesitation, Addison proceeded. Slowly, Steven's chest began to move again. Robert, who had been holding his breath, could hardly believe what he saw. There was hope! His eyes lit up, and the lifeless expression he had earlier turned into one of relief. Addison also exhaled in relief. The hardest part was over. Steven would be fine if there were no more major mistakes. "Do you need to wipe your sweat?" Lance's voice broke the tension. Addison hadn't noticed, but sweat had formed on her forehead due to the pressure. She turned to see Lance holding out a handkerchief, his gaze locking with hers. He gazed into her eyes, which sparkled like stars, and their warmth seemed to erase all the tension in the room. Addison turned and saw Lance holding out a clean white handkerchief, his expression focused and sincere, a rare look of genuine care in his eyes. There was also a hint of unexpected confusion she hadn't anticipated. Without hesitation, Addison declined, "No need." She didn't require it. But Lance, seemingly not noticing her refusal, gently used the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead. His touch was soft, a tenderness she had never witnessed from him before.