Chapter 1469


    Mr. Keith nodded in assent, taking his ce by the operating table, ready to assist the veteran old


    doctor at a moment’s notice. As Dr. Moore had anticipated,plications soon began to cascade, one


    after another.


    Handing over a scalpel to Mr. Keith, Dr. Moore then directed Ms. Amelia and Dr. Marcus to tackle


    variousplications, while he himself zeroed in on the critical issue of heart failure.


    In his lifetime, Dr. Moore had snatched many souls from the jaws of death, but this case proved


    exceptionally thorny. Even he felt a sense of helplessness in the face of the mountingplications.


    While continuing the life-saving surgery, he had a nurse inform the waiting family members of the dire


    situation, handing them the grim prognosis. Given the explosion ofplications, even he couldn’t


    guarantee a sessful oue.


    Outside the OR, Bernard Laurence, already steeped in despair, was handed the ominous notice. He


    stood there, a shell of a man, utterly defeated and frozen in ce.


    “Mr. Laurence, I need your signature, please.”


    Signing that document would mean acknowledging that Eleanor’s condition was beyond even The


    surgeon’s saving grace. Bernard’s bloodshot eyes brimmed with a torment that made life seem worse


    than death, “Please, you can’t give up. You must find a way to save her again!”


    Hearing the desperate pleas from outside, The surgeon’s brows knotted tightly. With so many


    In the incubator, the baby, perhaps sensing its mother’s peril, cried ceaselessly. The infant’s desperate


    wails touched everyone, bringing tears to the eyes of Ms. Amelia, the doctors, and the nurses.


    “I may not have your skills, but please, for Eleanor’s sake, give it everything you’ve got!”


    Catching Ms. Amelia’s eye and then ncing at Dr. Marcus and the other doctors in the OR, all


    determined to save their patient, Dr. Moore felt a flicker of hope reignite in his weary heart


    “Everyone, keep fighting!”


    “Yes, sir!”


    That resounding “Yes!” seemed to marshal the collective strength of all the medical staff, its echo


    reaching the family members gathered outside, moving them to their core.


    The Laurence siblings, scattered across the country, had converged as quickly as possible, while


    Peterson Sharp, nursing a bullet wound, arrived under the escort of his brothers from across the


    border.


    By the time the other family members arrived at the hospital, the surgery had been underway for twelve


    long hours. The surgeon, exhausted and trembling, handed over the surgical duties to Ms. Amelia and


    Dr. Marcus. The younger doctors, with their remarkable talent, followed The surgeon’s every direction


    with precision.


    Reflecting on the situation, Dr. Moore marveled at the patient’s fate. She had encountered four


    luminaries of the medical world. While Ms. Amelia and Dr. Marcus mightg slightly behind Mr. Keith,


    they were no less adept at managing theplications.


    Thanks to the relentless efforts of the medical team, the patient’s vital signs slowly stabilized. The


    blood pressure dropped, acute organ failure ceased, the cerebral hemorrhage was contained, and the


    otherplications dissipated. However, after enduring such an ordeal, the patient slipped into a deep


    Dr. Moore knew this was as far as they could go; the patient’s body couldn’t withstand any more. Rising


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    from his chair with thest of his strength, he prepared to leave the OR as the doctors looked on in


    disappointed silence.


    Bernard, his hands trembling with suppressed emotion and eyes dark with despair, pushed past the


    doctors at the door and strode out, “I don’t want to hear that word!” His voice, raw with anguish,


    reverberated down the hallway, eliciting sympathetic looks from the Laurences, the Sharps, and the


    Pines.


    “Doctor, is there really no hope?” Yates stepped forward, his face etched with disbelief.


    “A deepa… it’s as good as gone unless a miracle happens. But the chance of that is almost zero,”


    Dr. Moore replied with a heavy heart.


    What miracle could there be for someone pulled back from such a brink?


    The cold truth doused Bernard’s flicker of hope. His grip on the surgeon’s arm loosened and fell away.


    Like a soulless puppet, he staggered into the OR under the watchful eyes of the medical staff. As he


    saw Eleanor, lifeless and entangled in a web of tubes, tears he could no longer control cascaded down


    his cheeks.


    The strong man, faced with his wife’s hopeless condition, copsed to his knees beside the operating


    table, “Eleanor, you fought so hard toe back, only to be trapped again. is the fog too thick on your


    way home? Can’t you find the way? Let mee to get you, okay?”