
{"id":27636,"date":"2026-02-05T13:49:54","date_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:49:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-272\/"},"modified":"2026-02-05T13:49:54","modified_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:49:54","slug":"the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-272","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-272\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Condition Novel Chapter 272"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller    272<\/h1>\n<p>Because of the high fever, the doctor ordered an urgent dose of fever\u2013reducing medication.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa was so out of it she didn\u2019t even flinch when the needle went in, which only made things worse in Scarlett\u2019s mind\u2013her daughter was usually so sensitive to pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A deep, frantic worry gripped Scarlett\u2019s heart, pounding hard against her ribs.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was a doctor herself, a pediatric surgeon, and she knew exactly how serious this could get.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>With something like this, a single misstep could mean\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She couldn\u2019t finish the thought. Even brushing close to it made her feel like she was suffocating.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent had stayed right beside her the whole time. He wasn\u2019t a medical professional, so he\u2019d mostly kept quiet, not daring to offer an opinion. But seeing Scarlett so tightly wound scared him, too\u2013enough that for a while he couldn\u2019t find any words at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Soon, the blood test results came back. A nurse called them into the doctor\u2019s office.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The physician on duty adjusted his glasses, looked up from the report, and asked, \u201cYour daughter has influenza. Has she been in any crowded places recently?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As soon as Scarlett heard \u201cinfluenza\u201c, she understood. Children\u2019s immune systems were still developing, and crowded spaces were breeding grounds for infection. Thinking back over the last couple of days, she answered quietly, \u201cShe was at the hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe hospital?\u201d The doctor frowned. \u201cWhy would you take a child to a hospital right now? We\u2019re in peak flu season\u2013the place is full of circulating viruses. Kids are especially vulnerable. Taking her there without any real protection\u2026 What were you both thinking?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His tone grew sharper as he spoke, edging into clear disapproval. Since this wasn\u2019t Scarlett\u2019s own hospital and she hadn\u2019t mentioned she was also a doctor, she stayed silent, feeling both guilty and unfairly accused.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing her quiet response, the doctor seemed to take it as an admission of fault. \u201cIf you\u2019d arrived any later tonight,\u201d he said sternly, \u201cyour daughter\u2019s condition could have become critical. Is that the kind of risk a responsible parent takes?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The words stung, leaving a sour ache in Scarlett\u2019s chest. When Vanessa was happy and healthy, Vincent got the credit. When she was sick, it was suddenly Scarlett\u2019s failure as a mother. How unfair it all felt.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent, who had been listening quietly, finally stepped in. \u201cThis was my mistake,\u201d he said flatly. \u201cDon\u2019t blame her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>20:02 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 272 Feverish Crisis\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>66\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But the doctor only seemed more annoyed by the defense. \u201cYour child is this sick, and you\u2019re still making excuses?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent\u2019s patience ran out. His brow furrowed, and his voice turned cool. \u201cJust tell us what needs to happen now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The shift in his tone was clear, and the doctor caught it. Not wanting to escalate the situation, he backed off. \u201cShe needs IV fluids, medication, and to be admitted overnight. We\u2019ll keep her for observation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent gave a short nod. As he turned to leave, he noticed Scarlett wasn\u2019t following. He paused and glanced back. \u201cYou coming?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett felt paralyzed. In her year as a surgeon, she\u2019d grown familiar with life\u2013and\u2013death situations\u2013maybe too familiar. She\u2019d thought she was numb to the fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But tonight, it was her own daughter lying there, and that changed everything. Her mind had gone blank, tangled up in panic.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing how shaken she was, Vincent bent down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. \u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d he said, his voice lower now. \u201cVanessa\u2019s going to be alright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Leaning into him, Scarlett let herself be guided out, her steps unsteady.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Watching her hollow, distracted form, a dull, gnawing discomfort settled heavy in Vincent\u2019s chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Just then, a young nurse in scrubs hurried around the corner toward them. Before she could even reach them, Scarlett\u2019s anxiety spiked. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Is it Vanessa?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The nurse quickly shook her head. \u201cNo, no\u2013she\u2019s awake. I was just coming to find you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing that, Scarlett pulled away from Vincent and rushed down the hall to the ward.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa was indeed awake, her eyes open but still glazed with fatigue.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett sat gently on the edge of the bed and stroked her daughter\u2019s cheek, her touch soft. \u201cHey, sweetheart,\u201d she whispered. \u201cAre you feeling any better?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa looked at her, eyes watery, but she pressed her lips together and didn\u2019t speak.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett understood. The person Vanessa wanted right now wasn\u2019t her. Quietly, she moved aside to make space. Vincent stepped forward and sat where Scarlett had been.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDaddy,\u201d Vanessa murmured, her voice raspy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>20:02 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 272 Feverish Crisis\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you feeling a little better?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u0b2e\u0b41\u0b33\u0b4d\u0b15 66\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa gave a small nod. \u201cA little.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent managed a smile and brushed her hair back from her forehead. \u201cThat\u2019s good. I\u2019m right here, okay? I\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa nodded again, then closed her eyes, too tired to say more.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1.1K\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 272 Because of the high fever, the doctor ordered an urgent dose [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-impossible-condition-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27636","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27636"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27636\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}