
{"id":29635,"date":"2026-02-06T12:41:35","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:41:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-338\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:41:35","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:41:35","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-338","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-338\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 338"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 338<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Her first instinct was to look at Roderick, and her gaze met his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>smiling, deep eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re awake?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>11\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine was instantly wide awake, sitting up straight in\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>pleasant surprise, her hand tightening unconsciously.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow are you feeling?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Does it still hurt?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Are you uncomfortable anywhere?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll call the doctor!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As she spoke, she was about to press the call button, but\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick gently caught her hand with his.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t rush,\u201d his voice was a little hoarse from just waking up,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>but his tone was steady, \u201cI\u2019m fine, just a little hungry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine finally relaxed a little, but she still looked him up and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>down worriedly, confirming that although his face was pale, he\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>seemed to be in good spirits.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As her tension eased, the scene from her dream inappropriately\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>popped into her mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The awkward and funny teenage Roderick under the setting\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>sun.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She looked at the mature, steady man before her, who still had\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a hint of a cool outline to his features, and couldn\u2019t help but let\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>out a \u201cpfft\u201d of laughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick was baffled by her laughter and raised an eyebrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are you laughing at?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Is me lying in a hospital bed that funny?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, no,\u201d Madeleine quickly waved her hands, her eyes curving\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>into crescents. \u201cI just had a dream about high school, about the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>day after the SATS, and the things you said to me in front of the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>school tuck shop.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick froze for a moment, the tips of his ears turning an\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>almost imperceptible shade of red. He pretended to be calm\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>and looked away. \u201cThat was so long ago, who remembers that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I remember it clearly!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine got excited, leaned closer to him, and blinked slyly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWere you\u2026 confessing your feelings to me back then?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick\u2019s body tensed almost imperceptibly. \u2018He didn\u2019t admit or deny it, just gave a vague \u201cmm\u201d sound.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing him like this, Madeleine became even more certain of\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her suspicion, laughing like a cat that got the cream:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHahaha, I knew it! All that stuff about the MIT cafeteria food\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>being bad, and being afraid I\u2019d embarrass you\u2026 Roderick, your\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>communication skills back then were a solid F. I didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>understand at all, I thought you came looking for me just to pick\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a fight!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Listening to Madeleine\u2019s laughing accusations, Roderick sighed\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>helplessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, but the corner of\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>his mouth held a resigned, indulgent smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He turned his head, looking at Madeleine\u2019s sparkling eyes, his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>tone carrying a resigned fondness and a bit of the candor that\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>came from finally speaking up after so many years:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, I was confessing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToo bad a certain silly girl\u2019s reception was completely shot. Not\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>only did you not understand, you got furious and almost\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>actually applied to MIT.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine froze, not expecting him to admit it just like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Even though she had already guessed, hearing him say it out\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>loud felt different.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It felt like a feather was gently tickling her heart, making it feel\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>tender and achy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick lifted the blanket beside him, \u201cWant to come lie down\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>for a bit?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The hospital bed was pretty big, and Madeleine was thin, so she\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>figured it wouldn\u2019t be a problem to lie down, nodding\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>repeatedly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She took off her coat and gently slipped into Roderick\u2019s arms,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>the warmth immediately enveloping her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine took a deep, contented breath, burying her face in\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>the crook of his neck. Her voice was muffled, thick with\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>emotion and lingering fear:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRoderick\u2026 you scared me to death.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick stiffened slightly, then gently wrapped his arms\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>around her back, patting it rhythmically, like he was soothing a frightened little animal.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI made you worry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He whispered in her ear, \u201cIt won\u2019t happen again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine thought for a moment, then tilted her chin up a bit to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>look at Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cActually, I went to see Edward.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing that name, Roderick\u2019s body clearly tensed up.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>d\u2019s in the hospital too. His condition\u2026 it\u2019s a lot like how\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Mrs. Miller and I were when we awakened, so.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine thought for a moment before speaking slowly, \u201cI\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>have a bold guess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou think Edward is awakening too?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick finished her sentence.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 338\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine nodded and sighed, \u201cYou see, Mrs. Miller\u2019s accident\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>was like a trigger. It made me start to suspect things. Then,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>because of me and Mrs. Miller, you went straight to confront\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Edward and ended up coughing up blood. And now Edward\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>himself has collapsed, and his condition is so strange\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She looked up at Roderick, her eyes filled with a searching look\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>and a hint of uncertainty:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoes all of this mean that the so\u2013called narrative control is\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>becoming unstable because we\u2019re fighting back?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd maybe\u2026 even Edward, the protagonist, is starting to break\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>free from its control?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 338 Chapter 338\u00a0 Her first instinct was to look at Roderick, [&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":[85],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29635","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=29635"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29635\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}