One of mage healers pointed at Akira who was still playing her game on her device.
"Do you know who Princess Peyton Zhekova is!? She is known as the best mage healer doctor here! As for you aren't you just a country bumpkin. You out pay respect to her! Do you know the Mage Neurosurgeon Healer Lisg she is a top ten! And what you are just a nobody!"
"Yes get out of here!" Akira just looked at them indifferent. Azriel looked at Akira he couldn't help but find her indifference endearing. This is the first time being in the same room together. As the crown prince he might as well show her respect.
Akira's eyes flicked up from her device, her gaze meeting the mage healer's with a cold, unyielding intensity. She didn't flinch, didn't react, just continued to regard him with an air of indifference. Azriel, the crown prince, stepped forward, his eyes locked on Akira.
"Enough," he said, his voice firm but controlled.
"Ms. Akira is a guest. Treat her with respect." He turned to Akira, his expression neutral.
"Please, Ms. Akira, let us begin. My great great grandmother's condition is... delicate."
"Uncle Azriel! How can you trust an outsider do not listen to this outside keep on going on the treatment," Peyton snapped and the other mages started with the treatment and Akira opened her mouth it was so cold and deadly.
"Do you want her to die?"
The room fell silent, the only sound the beeping of the machines surrounding Josie's bed. Peyton's eyes widened in shock, her face pale with anger.
"How dare you!" she spat, her voice venomous. Azriel's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Peyton and Akira.
"What do you mean, Ms. Akira?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. Akira's gaze never wavered, her eyes locked on Peyton with a cold, unyielding intensity.
"If you continue with this treatment, she will die," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
"The methods you're using are outdated, and the dosage is incorrect. You're poisoning her." The room erupted into chaos, the mages arguing and shouting, but Azriel's voice cut through the noise.
"Enough!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with authority.
"We will listen to Ms. Akira. Explain yourself."
"Uncle but she is!" Peyton shouted.
Azriel's eyes flashed with warning, his voice firm.
"Enough, Peyton. Ms. Akira, continue. What is your proposed treatment?" Akira's gaze never wavered, her voice cold and detached.
"I'll need to examine her myself."
Peyton's face reddened with anger, but she bit back her retort, her eyes flashing with warning. Azriel's gaze never left Akira's face, his expression neutral.
"Very well," he said, his voice firm.
"Proceed with the examination." The machines surrounding Josie's bed beeped softly as Akira stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the comatose woman.
Akira sat her device and mini backpack down she tied her long wavy riven hair in a messy bun she took off her sweetie she looked so beautiful and so natural doing this as she moved her fingers and touched the woman she frowned.
Akira's eyes narrowed as she examined Josie's body, her fingers moving with a gentle yet precise touch. Her expression was a mask of concentration, her brow furrowed in concern. As she worked, her beauty was evident, but it was a subtle, understated quality that seemed almost accidental. She was so focused on her task that she seemed to have forgotten about her surroundings, and the people watching her. Azriel's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze drawn to the way her hair was tied back in a messy bun, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. He felt a sudden jolt of attraction, but he pushed it aside, his expression remaining neutral. Peyton, on the other hand, was seething with anger and resentment, her eyes fixed on Akira with a cold, calculating intensity.
"70%," Akira said and Cruz was so happy. "Do you mean…?"
"Second Uncle Cruz what does she mean 70%?" Azriel asked his eyes never leaving Akira bare neck.
Akira's gaze never wavered, her eyes still fixed on Josie's body.
"The chance of recovery," she said, her voice detached.
"If I can stabilize her condition and administer the correct treatment, there's a 70% chance she'll make a full recovery." Cruz's face lit up with hope, a smile spreading across his face. Peyton's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical.
"That's impossible," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
"No one can guarantee a 70% chance of recovery with a patient in this condition." Akira's gaze flicked up to Peyton, her eyes cold and unyielding.
"I can," she said, her voice firm.
"Peyton you be quiet," Cruz snapped coldly this woman doesn't know that Akira is the sought out doctor that everyone is looking for Dr. Lu and also she is the Divine Miracle Healer her damn niece is such a fool if she angers Akira she will refuse to treat them!
"Second Uncle Cruz." Both Azriel and Cruz glared at Peyton.
"Shut up please go on Ms. Akira."
Peyton's face reddened with anger and embarrassment as she was rebuked by both Azriel and Cruz. She bit back a retort, her eyes flashing with resentment, but she knew better than to push her luck. Akira's gaze never wavered, her eyes still fixed on Josie's body.
"As I was saying," she continued, her voice calm and detached.
"The treatment will require a combination of traditional medicine and...other methods." Her eyes flicked up to Azriel, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away.
"I'll need to use some of my own equipment and resources to stabilize her condition. With your permission, of course." Azriel's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he nodded.
"Whatever it takes, Ms. Akira. Just save her."
"What is her condition?"
"She had the Vcseqi."
Akira's eyes widened slightly, her expression grave.
"The Vcseqi," she repeated, her voice low and serious.
"A rare and highly aggressive magical disorder. It's no wonder she's been in a coma for so long." She paused, her gaze fixed on Josie's body.
"The Vcseqi is a condition that affects the magical pathways in the body, causing a buildup of unstable energy that can be catastrophic if not treated properly." Her eyes flicked up to Azriel.
"I'll need to perform a series of complex rituals and incantations to stabilize her magical pathways and restore balance to her body." She paused, her gaze intense.
"But I must warn you, there is a risk of...unforeseen consequences. The Vcseqi is a highly unpredictable condition, and even with my expertise, there is no guarantee of success."
Azriel's face was set in a determined expression, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
"I understand the risks," he said, his voice firm.
"But I'm willing to take them. Do whatever it takes to save her, Ms. Akira. I don't care about the cost or the risks. Just save her." Akira's gaze held his for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she nodded, a small, curt movement.
"Very well," she said.
"I'll begin the treatment immediately." She turned back to Josie's body, her hands moving with a swift, precise motion as she began to prepare the necessary equipment and incantations. The air around her seemed to vibrate with magical energy, and the machines surrounding Josie's bed began to beep and whir as they responded to Akira's ministrations. Peyton's eyes watched with a mixture of fascination and fear, her mind racing with the implications of what she was seeing. Cruz's face was set in a hopeful expression, his eyes fixed on Josie's face as if willing her to wake up. And Azriel... Azriel's eyes never left Akira's face, his gaze burning with a fierce, unyielding intensity that seemed to bore into her very soul.
Akira poked needles in Josie and Peyton stepped forwards
"My great great Nana is bleeding you are using black magic!" Peyton shouted the next moment Akira turned around and held a needle in her hand. "Mmm to noise," Akira said coldly and indifferently. Azriel pushed a button in his high tech wheelchair.
"Get her out, get Peyton out of here," Azriel said coldly. Peyton opened her mouth but she felt invisible swords surrounding her she knew that her cousin uncle isn't easy to mess with his cold and he won't go easy on his own family.