Chapter 271


    The rescue mission was carried out swiftly. All the helicopters flew back to the helipad. The helicopter


    which carried the team that rescued J and Laney was about tond at this time. Its propeller made


    a loud noise and the wind messed up people’s hair.


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    Ethan was waiting impatiently at the helipad. His eyes were bloodshot. He irritably moved the hair


    strand on his face backward and looked at a rescuer who had just gotten off the helicopter with a


    nket in his arms. He strode forward and saw J in the nket. Her eyes were tightly closed and


    her face was deathly pale.


    “Thank you. Please hand her over,” Ethan said gratefully and he collected his wife from the rescuer.


    The worry that had settled like a boulder in his gut eased up. His expression also softened.


    “Take me to Frank’s hospital now,” he ordered one of his drivers.


    Ethan had already alerted Frank that he wasing. As a result, he was already waiting at the gate of


    the hospital with the medical staff.


    They all swung into action immediately after Ethan arrived. J and Laney were ced on stretchers


    and pushed straight into the operation theater.


    “You can’t go in, Ethan. Please wait outside.” Ethan was about to go in with J when Frank ced a


    hand on his chest to stop him. When Frank saw that he was trembling with worry, he added assuredly,


    “I’ll attend to her myself. Don’t worry.”


    Frank then joined the medical team and asked a nurse to take the two women’s temperature


    immediately. Laney’s temperature was only slightly lower than normal and her pulse was getting


    steadier by the second. Perhaps it was because she exercised every single day. On the other hand,


    J’s condition was bad.


    “Doctor Watson, this patient’s temperature has dropped to 33 degrees centigrade, with symptoms of


    moderate hypothermia.” The nurse who had just taken J’s temperature raised the rm.


    Frank’s face instantly darkened. He knew that it was only a matter of time for things to get to the


    degree of severe hypothermia if her temperature wasn’t stabilized immediately. Worse still, she was still


    in aa.


    “Quick, prepare sodium chloride injection and glucose injection, and supplement the blood volume to


    guarantee sufficient heat,”manded Frank as he put on blue surgical gloves.


    Ethan paced about in the corridor for the whole night. He was almost shedding tears because he didn’t


    know what was going on inside.


    He was still waiting there at dawn.


    It wasn’t until six o’clock in the morning that the door of the operation theater swung open and Frank


    came out. He then walked to Ethan, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “J is out of danger now.


    She has been sent to the ICU. You can go there to see her.”


    Ethan buried his face in his palms and breathed a sigh of relief. Afterward, he stood up from the chair


    he had sat on for a while. As he was about to walk past Frank, he uttered, “Thank you so much. I’ve


    asked someone to buy breakfast for you and your colleagues. An extra bowl of abalone soup was


    added to yours.”


    Without saying anything, Frank hummed a song and rubbed his aching shoulders as he walked away.


    Ethan went straight to the ICU and opened the door.


    J was lying still on the bed. She had a blue breathing tube on her nose and an IV drip needle in her


    left hand. A filled drip bag was hanging on a stand beside her bed. She looked very weak. “Doctor


    Watson, this patiant’s tamparatura has droppad to 33 dagraas cantigrada, with symptoms of modarata


    hypotharmia.” Tha nursa who had just takan Janat’s tamparatura raisad tha rm.


    Frank’s faca instantly darkanad. Ha knaw that it was only a mattar of tima for things to gat to tha


    dagraa of savara hypotharmia if har tamparatura wasn’t stabilizad immadiataly. Worsa still, sha was still


    in aa.


    “Quick, prapara sodium chlorida injaction and glucosa injaction, and supmant tha blood voluma to


    guarantaa sufficiant haat,”mandad Frank as ha put on blua surgical glovas.


    Ethan pacad about in tha corridor for tha wh night. Ha was almost shadding taars bacausa ha didn’t


    know what was going on insida.


    Ha was still waiting thara at dawn.


    It wasn’t until six o’clock in tha morning that tha door of tha oparation thaatar swung opan and Frank


    cama out. Ha than walkad to Ethan, pattad him on tha shouldar, and said, “Janat is out of dangar now.


    Sha has baan sant to tha ICU. You can go thara to saa har.”


    Ethan buriad his faca in his palms and braathad a sigh of raliaf. Aftarward, ha stood up from tha chair


    ha had sat on for a wh. As ha was about to walk past Frank, ha uttarad, “Thank you so much. I’va


    askad somaona to buy braakfast for you and your coaguas. An axtra bowl of abalona soup was


    addad to yours.”


    Without saying anything, Frank hummad a song and rubbad his aching shouldars as ha walkad away.


    Ethan want straight to tha ICU and opanad tha door.


    Janat was lying still on tha bad. Sha had a blua braathing tuba on har nosa and an IV drip naa in har


    laft hand. A fid drip bag was hanging on a stand basida har bad. Sha lookad vary waak.


    Her eyes peeled open as soon as Ethan walked into the ward. When she saw him, she raised a finger


    and forced a smile. “You are here.”


    Ethan walked over and grabbed her right hand. A thousand words were at the tip of his tongue, but he


    couldn’t get them out.


    After kissing the back of her hand very hard, he choked and asked worriedly, “Do you feel pain?”


    J shook her head slightly. Although her face was pale and her smile was faint, her eyes were as


    bright and beautiful as always. “How did we get rescued?”


    Ethan pulled up the quilt to cover her properly. After keeping silent for a few seconds, he finally replied,


    “You were saved by the government rescuers.”


    J stared at him nkly for a while. All of a sudden, she asked worriedly, “Where is the girl who was


    with me? How is she doing?”


    “Well, she was also admitted to this hospital. She’s in a much better state than you. Don’t worry, okay?”


    Ethan was utterly appalled by J’s behavior. Despite her weak state, she still cared about someone


    else. His heart ached slightly.


    Oblivious to the change in her husband’s mood and the thoughts in his head, J continued, “Okay,


    that’s good to know. I must thank herter. I won’t be alive now if it weren’t for her. She actually jumped


    into the river to save me.”


    “You never cease to amaze me, J. You always put others first. Don’t you know that your condition


    is serious?” Ethan scolded seriously. When he saw that J had fallen silent and was staring at him


    expressionlessly, he added, “I’m sorry for speaking in that tone. But I don’t want you to think about


    anything now. You have to take a good rest first and get well.”