An old woman with white hair lay quietly on the bed. Her face looked pale and lifeless. Long illness had drained all her strength. She had become very thin, and her weight had reduced a lot.
When Nidhi entered, she saw that her grandmother was still asleep.
She walked softly and sat beside her.
Nidhi kept looking at her face, unable to look away.
She was once so energetic…
How did she become this weak?
She held Kamna's hand gently and stroked it.
Without realizing it, a tear slipped from Nidhi's eyes and fell onto her grandmother's hand.
At that moment, Kamna's eyelids moved slightly.
"Grandma… do you remember?" Nidhi whispered softly.
"Today is my birthday."
Before she could say anything more, the hospital room door suddenly opened.
A young man, around twenty-two years old, walked in wearing a doctor's coat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.
He was none other than Dr. Keshav.
Nidhi already knew him.
"Nidhi, you came at the right time," Keshav said seriously.
"I need to talk to you about something important."
He continued, lowering his voice,
"You know we are giving her the best treatment possible. But now, the medicines are barely working. We had to increase the dosage."
"You also know she had a heart attack before. Her heart is already very weak. Because of her age, her heart is slowly failing."
He glanced at Kamna again and sighed.
"It feels like she has lost all hope to live."
After a pause, he added quietly,
"I think… only a miracle can save her now."
Before he could say anything else—
Nidhi suddenly stood up.
She took something out of her bag and threw a small glass vial toward him.
"Take this," she said coldly.
"Look at it."
Dr. Keshav caught the vial.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Strength Healer…?" he stammered.
"This is— this is Dr. Haran's creation!"
He looked at Nidhi in disbelief.
"Nidhi, where did you get this from? This is the mysterious drug causing chaos in the black market! For heart patients, this is nothing less than a miracle."
"Just one dose costs millions!"
Questions started pouring out of him.
"Don't ask questions," Nidhi said calmly as she walked toward him.
"You said only a miracle could save my grandma. I've given you that miracle."
Then her eyes turned sharp.
"And remember one thing," she added coldly.
"If anything happens to her… there will be no miracle left to save you."
Keshav swallowed hard and nodded quickly.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again carefully,
"I heard… the Mehra family threw you out of the house. Honestly, you should stop doing anything for them now. You've already done more than enough—"
Before he could finish, Nidhi's dangerous gaze stopped him.
His voice trembled.
"Did… did I say something wrong?"
Keshav had recently completed his MBBS and had started practicing at City Hospital in Mumbai.
His entire family belonged to the medical field. He himself was extremely talented, and that talent had slowly turned into arrogance.
But the day he met Nidhi—
He realized there were people far better than him in this world.
It all started when a critical case came to City Hospital, one that completely confused him. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't understand how to treat the patient.
Coincidentally, Nidhi used to visit the hospital to meet some cancer patients.
During a casual conversation, Keshav discussed the case with her.
Nidhi solved it within ten minutes.
Later, another case arrived—a patient in a coma, whom doctors had already given up on.
Nidhi simply read the reports once and explained the correct procedure.
Slowly, many such cases followed.
And every single time—
She proved him wrong.
Kamna Mehra's case was no different.
When she was admitted to the hospital, she had suffered a major heart attack. Her chances of survival were extremely low.
Keshav had personally witnessed how Nidhi pulled her back from the edge of death.
He knew very clearly—
The only real solution to save Kamna Mehra was a heart transplant.
But because of her old age, her body and blood vessels no longer had the strength to endure such a major surgery.
Now that Nidhi had given him that mysterious medicine, Keshav was certain—
Kamna Mehra's body would regain its strength.
She would become fit enough for a transplant.
Otherwise, she could stop breathing at any moment.
At that moment, Keshav noticed something different about Nidhi.
He hesitated for a second and then asked softly,
"What's wrong? You seem a little strange.
Did something happen at home again today?"
"I'm going to my real parents' house today," Nidhi replied calmly.
"What?" Keshav was shocked.
"Please take care of Grandma," Nidhi said quietly.
"My family thinks that paying hospital bills is enough.
They don't understand that right now, Grandma needs their love more than anything."
After saying that, Nidhi fell silent.
Keshav nodded seriously.
"Don't worry," he said firmly.
"I'll take full responsibility."
Hearing his words, Nidhi nodded lightly and walked out of Room No. 201.
At the same time, chaos had broken out in another part of the hospital.
Doctors and nurses were running in all directions.
People standing in the corridor looked around anxiously, asking what had happened.
A group of doctors rushed toward Room No. 206, discussing urgently.
"Mahendra Malhotra's condition has become very serious," one doctor said.
"But how?" another asked.
"He hasn't been taking his medicines properly," the first doctor replied.
"He stubbornly said he wouldn't take them until his grandson returned.
And look at his condition now."
As Nidhi passed by, she overheard the conversation.
Her ears instantly perked up.
Seeing the doctors rushing toward Room No. 206, Nidhi followed them.
Inside, she saw an elderly man around seventy to seventy-five years old lying on the bed.
His condition looked extremely critical.
Nidhi stood beside the doctors and listened carefully.
One of them said anxiously,
"He deliberately stopped taking his medicines.
Now we don't know what to do…"
At that moment, another doctor spoke up.
"We should inform his family."
"His family members are already on the way," one doctor replied.
"We'll have to wait for them. We cannot perform the operation without their consent."
Hearing this, Nidhi, who was standing quietly at the side, spoke calmly,
"By the time his family arrives, his condition will worsen to a point where saving him will be impossible."
Her voice was steady. There was no panic in it.
Only then did the doctors notice her.
Their eyes fell on a young girl wearing a lab coat, standing there with a calm, expressionless face.
A senior doctor, who didn't recognize her, frowned and said,
"Little girl, what do you even know about medicine?
Mahendra Malhotra's condition is extremely serious.
If we were confident, we would have saved him already."
He continued coldly,
"To take responsibility, a family member must be present."
Nidhi raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at him.
"Is dilated cardiomyopathy really that serious?" she asked calmly.
The senior doctor stared at her in shock.
"Can you tell his disease just by looking at him?" he asked.
"How do you even know what he's suffering from?"
Even the female doctor standing nearby was stunned.
"Does this child really have knowledge of our field?" she whispered.
The senior doctor took a breath and explained,
"If you already know the disease, then you should also know the details.
In such a condition, only a heart transplant works."
"But it's not that simple. He has undergone multiple surgeries before."
Nidhi glanced at him and replied evenly,
"Of course he'll need more surgeries."
Then she added calmly,
"Because during the previous surgery, antibiotics were not used properly.
That's why he has developed an infection now."
The moment she said that—
Every doctor froze.
Shock spread across their faces.
How does she know all this…?