They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 10: Saving a Life

Nnenna blinked, stunned. 'A personal therapist?"

Her curiosity deepened. "But...Aunty, isn't he a VIP like me? Shouldn't we have the stherapist?"

The nurse sighed, though her patience remained intact, her annoyance tempered by Nnenna's earnest tone.

"He's not just any VIP," she explained.

"His friend is the director of this hospital. And according to what I've heard, the man is very...particular. He

doesn't let anyone touch him unless they've washed thoroughly, twice."

"Because of this, he's given his own special therapist, his own room, and even his own section at the far end of

the VIP ward. Notice how his room is at the very edge? That's the best part of the ward."

The nurse leaned in slightly, her tone growing serious. "Don't get any ideas about getting close to him. He's

moody and dangerous. It's best to steer clear of someone like him."

Nnenna nodded, pretending to absorb the nurse's warning, but her mind was racing. 'So he's scary, moody, and

hates being touched? Hmph. | don't care if he's the devil himself! | need those good points!"

Determined, she excused herself and wandered off, evading the watchful eyes of the hospital staff. She resumed

her self-guided tour, familiarizing herself with every corner of the building.

Her exploration brought her to the reception area, where a commotion suddenly erupted. A young mother burst

through the doors, clutching a small child in her arms.

"Help! Someone help my baby!" the woman screamed, her face pale with panic.

The receptionist and nearby staff froze, unsure how to respond. This hospital wasn't open to just anyone;

emergencies like this weren't common in such an exclusive facility.

Before anyone could react, Nnenna rushed forward with her drip stand. Without hesitation, she gently took the

child from the distraught mother's arms with one hand.

The little girl's chest was barely moving. Her breaths were shallow, labored, and growing weaker by the second.

Nnenna's heart pounded as she realized the severity of the situation.

Acting on instinct, she quickly placed the child on a nearby table and also held it for support. Her hands moved

automatically, performing CPR with an urgency she didn't know she possessed.

"Con, con," she muttered under her breath, willing the child to breathe again.

The staff finally snapped out of their stupor, rushing to assist, but all Nnenna could focus on was saving the little

girl's life. Every press of her hands, every breath she gave was fueled by sheer determination.

Ding!

In the back of her mind, the system's voice echoed faintly. "Good points incoming...but only if you succeed."

But right now, the points didn't matter. Saving this child did.

‘Stay calm, stay calm,’ she thought, her mind racing. She tilted the child's head slightly back to open the airway.

"Con, little one," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Don't give up now."

She quickly performed five rescue breaths, each gentle but deliberate. In infants, she recalled, the air shouldn't

be forced too strongly, their lungs were far more delicate than adults’. She watched the baby's chest rise slightly

with each breath.

Still no response.

Without wasting a second, Nnenna placed two fingers at the center of the baby's chest, just below the nipple

line. She began compressions, thirty quick but controlled presses, counting quietly to herself.

"One, two, three..." Her voice was a steady rhythm.

The mother sobbed behind her, clinging to the receptionist, who had finally started calling for the emergency

pediatric team.

Between compressions, Nnenna gave another two rescue breaths, her movements precise despite her trembling

hands.

Seconds dragged into an eternity. Just as the thought of failure began to creep into her mind, the baby let out a

faint cough, followed by a weak cry.

The sound was like music to everyone in the room. The mother fell to her knees, sobbing in relief.

"She's breathing!" Nnenna exclaimed, tears welling up in her own eyes. She gently turned the baby onto her

side, a recovery position to keep her airway open until the medical team arrived.

The receptionist, who had been frozen moments ago, finally sprang into action. "The emergency team is on their

way!"

The young mother crawled over and grabbed Nnenna's hand. "Thank you... Thank you so much! You saved her

life!"

Ding!

Before Nnenna could respond, the love system chimed in, its tone unusually soft.

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Nnenna blinked, the numbers barely registering in her mind. She wasn't thinking about the points, only the

baby's safety.

Moments later, the pediatric

emergency team rushed in, efficiently

taking over. Tex praised Nnenna for

her quick LRtion and confirmed that

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As the team carried the child away for further observation, one of the nurses paused to pat Nnenna's shoulder.

"You did good, young lady. That little girl owes you her life."

But not everyone shared the

sentiment. Out of the corner of her

eye, Nnenna Toei mysteriols

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atching her from the far end of the

corridor. His expression was

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Nnenna groaned inwardly. 'This guy again? What's his deal?!"

But before she could process further, the man turned the wheelchair and disappeared back into the shadows of

the elevator space.

While the praises were still ringing in the air, Nnenna quietly slipped out of the room, avoiding any more

unnecessary attention.

She returned to her own space, shutting the door softly behind her. Tomorrow was physical therapy, and she had

already made up her mind, she was going to crash his private therapy session.

'I need a solid plan!" she thought, pacing her room as excitement coursed through her.

"Love System," she called out, her voice low but firm.