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ZADEEN'S HEALTH CENTER / SPECIALIST

WEDNESDAY 1:40 AM

Even before the arrival of the cars approaching the hospital’s main gate, the hospital security had already hurriedly opened it, knowing too well the speed and urgency with which the ZADEEN family vehicles were coming in. Every staff member recognized that whenever those cars approached the hospital, it meant their most beloved family member was unwell—someone who was constantly battling illness.

The rest of the security personnel, who hadn’t reached the gate in time to open it, came out and stood in respect, watching the three cars pass through with solemnity despite the late hour, praying silently for the patient's recovery.

Once the cars entered, the gate was shut behind them and locked. No one was allowed through that gate except for the hospital owners—who frequently traveled that path.

Before the cars were even parked, three doctors and two nurses came out through a private entrance that led directly to the VIP room upstairs.

All the car doors opened almost at once, and the family members stepped out—none of them wearing anything other than sleepwear, except for DZAD (Dad Zad), the current patriarch of the ZADEEN family in the absence of the grandfather. He was the father of the ailing Jannah. He wore a traditional robe, a thick overcoat, and a cap due to the cold, walking with a burdened heart as though the heart problem troubling his daughter was his own. The billionaire now looked nothing like a wealthy man—he had become a helpless father, desperately seeking divine mercy.

Jannah was being transported on a stretcher, her entire body covered—even her face wasn’t visible. They never allowed people to see her face; only the doctors treating her had ever seen her. This was due to strict security and extreme seriousness surrounding her case.

As they walked in, the rest of the family followed behind them, all deeply troubled.

In such situations, nothing else mattered to them except fulfilling their desire—to get Jannah healed. They would forget the world and everyone in it—all because of Jannah.

The ZADEEN security team, who had arrived at the hospital in plain clothes (to avoid attracting attention or revealing the presence of an important figure), surrounded the private entrance without giving any hint of who they were.

Upstairs, once Jannah was taken in, only the doctors were allowed in. The family waited in a lavish, enclosed waiting lounge, seated in uneasy silence. Some were standing, pacing restlessly in emotional distress.

Mimi, the strongest of them all in handling Jannah’s condition, raised her soft eyes to look at Dzad, who also turned to meet her gaze, his eyes reddened. He sighed deeply and clasped his hands together tightly, trying to fight the cold and the emotional storm that could ruin him—because at that point, anything could be fatal for him. If anything happened to Jannah, it could be his own end too.

Mimi reached out with both her hands and gently placed them over his, covering his hands, then spoke with rare courage and determination:

> “Insha Allah, this time it will work.

Her heart will match. Jannah will live like every other girl, Insha Allah.

She’ll go to school, grow deep in knowledge, and become exactly what you’ve always wanted her to be, Insha Allah…”

Her voice began to tremble, and her strength waned, so she went silent and squeezed Dad's hands tightly, eyes filling with tears.

Dzad simply held her hands in return, unable to utter a word. Everyone knew he rarely spoke in such moments.

Anny, Jannah’s sister-in-law, stood beside her husband MAHIR ZADEEN, holding his hand and trying to comfort him even though she too was emotionally down. Every time Jannah's health worsened, she was thrown into turmoil—even though she knew she was no longer a potential heart donor due to already being ruled out. Still, she couldn’t help but be on edge, hoping they’d find a matching heart—however possible.