Chapter 1606 The Second Operation


    Sheryl''s words reminded I of something. She hadn''t realized how wrong she had been until just


    then. She realized that she was really such an idiot to have called Lewis without any consideration.


    If anyone wanted to defame Sheryl, they could now make up a story from the situation. I felt intense


    regret for what she had done.


    "Sher, it''s all my fault. I''m so sorry," I apologized to Sheryl immediately.


    At that very moment, Cassie pushed the door open in a rush and panted, "Sher, Mr. Lu has been sent


    to the operating room again!"


    "What did you just say?" Sheryl asked as she sprang up from her bed.


    I also started to worry when she heard what Cassie said. ''Didn''t he just finish with his first operation


    just a little while ago? What''s going on now?'' she wondered.


    Before Cassie could respond, Sheryl got out of her bed and rushed with haste to the operating room.


    I immediately followed Sheryl out because she was worried about her.


    They arrived at the operating room shortly after that.


    The light was on, which meant that the operation was in progress. Sheryl looked at it anxiously and


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    asked Cassie, "What''s wrong with him?"


    Unable to answer, Cassie regretfully shook her head. She didn''t know anything either. She had passed


    by Charles'' room moments ago, but she had only seen that he was sent to the operating room again.


    After she saw that, she hade straight to Sheryl''s room to inform her of the incident.


    Sheryl looked around, but surprisingly, she didn''t see Melissa or Le.


    "Nobody was with Charles when they took him?" Sheryl asked Cassie in confusion.


    Cassie shook her head again. She had been in such a rush that she didn''t have time to even wonder


    where Melissa and Le were.


    Sheryl felt so scared for Charles. He had just finished an operation. How could they have left him


    alone?


    Suddenly, a nurse came out from the operating room. She came to Sheryl and asked, "Are you a


    member of the patient''s family?"


    "I''m his wife," Sheryl answered firmly. She felt like her body was filled with strength now. She knew she


    must be strong in that moment.


    "The patient developed a postoperative infection, so he needs a second operation. Please sign here,"


    the nurse said. This was the second time that Sheryl needed to sign that sort of paper.


    As soon as she read the word Disimer, her heart plummeted. She wondered if it was yet another life-


    and-death moment for Charles.


    Sheryl signed the paper in a hurry. After she was done, she wanted to ask the nurse for more


    information, but the nurse left quickly without giving her any chance to talk.


    "Cassie! Why are you idling around here? Rece the infusion for the patient in Room 7, now!" a voice


    called out to Cassie abruptly.


    The speaker turned out to be the head nurse of that floor. She had been looking for Cassie for a while.


    When she found out that Cassie was loafing on the job, she couldn''t help but get angry at her.


    Cassie was startled. She turned to the head nurse and answered immediately, "Yes. I''m on it!"


    "Just go ahead. I''ll stay here with Sher," I said and she waved for Cassie to go. Then she moved to


    stand by Sheryl''s side.


    Cassie also knew that she must carry out her duty first. She nodded to I and said, "All right. I, I''m


    leaving now. If you have any problems, just call me."


    "Okay. Bye!"


    After Cassie had left, the corridor outside the operating room became extremely quiet. Nobody was


    there except I and Sheryl. I didn''t dare to say anything because she didn''t want to remind Sheryl


    of any unnecessary worries.


    "Charles will be all right, won''t he?" Sheryl asked with a sad smile as tears rolled down her face.


    It was unclear whether Sheryl was talking to I, or was just trying to convince herself.


    I felt heartbroken when she saw Sheryl like that. She reached out and wrapped Sheryl''s hands in


    her own. She gently asked, "What will you do if, for some reason, Charles doesn''t wake up?"


    "That''s impossible! Charles would never leave me alone in this world. He promised me!" Sheryl shook


    her head resolutely. She didn''t want to even think about the possibility that I came up with. Sheryl


    firmly believed that it wouldn''t happen.


    Fixing her eyes intently on the doors, Sheryl knew that Charles would wake up someday. She believed


    that everything would have returned to normal by that time.


    They waited so long that they felt like a century had passed. The light was finally turned off, and the


    door opened. Charles was wheeled out on a gurney.


    Sheryl dashed toward them and asked the doctor anxiously, "How is he now, doctor?"


    The doctor gestured for the nurses to take Charles away. Then he removed his mask and replied, "He


    has cerebral congestion, so we need to clean it out bit by bit. Until we clear out all the congestion, he''ll


    remain unconscious."


    "He''ll remain unconscious the whole time?" Sheryl eximed in disbelief.


    The doctor nodded.


    Sheryl felt like her heart was bleeding as she received the answer. Tears streamed down her cheeks,


    and her hands shook nervously as she grabbed the doctor''s arm. She asked in a trembling voice,


    "Doctor, could you make Charles wake up as soon as possible?"


    "I''m sorry. We have done our best. The only thing we can do now is wait. He won''t wake up until the


    congestion in his head is cleared out," the doctor answered in a sympathetic tone.


    As a matter of fact, the doctor thought that Charles'' survival was indeed a miracle, considering how


    badly he was hurt. During the first operation, they were unable to find anything injured in his head.


    Therefore, Charles had gotten a postoperative infection and a more severe intracranial hemorrhage


    developed. It wasn''t the doctor''s fault. When they had checked up on Charles, they hadn''t found any


    injuries in his head through a brain scan, and there weren''t any wounds in his head, either. The doctor


    had done everything ording to the standardized procedure. They had stopped Charles'' bleeding


    and had transfused blood to him during the first procedure.


    After the doctor had left, Sheryl turned to the nurse who was with Charles. She had seen the nurse


    wheel him to the intensive care unit and she wanted to follow him, but the nurse stopped her in the


    doorway.


    "The patient is pretty weak right now. He needs to stay in a sterile ward, so you can''t visit him right


    now," the nurse said. Then, she walked in and closed the door.


    Sheryl and I went to the window and watched Charles through the ss.


    He was lying unconscious in a bed and he looked like a lifeless dummy.


    There were so many catheters and tubes connected with Charles'' body. The sight was so gruesome


    that Sheryl couldn''t help but cry out when she saw him.


    Sheryl pressed both hands to her mouth to avoid making a sound, but her face still glistened with tears.


    I was deeply grieved to see her like that.


    "Sher, don''t cry. The operation was very sessful, so I''m sure Charles will recover soon. He''ll be all


    right!" I hugged Sheryl in her arms, hoping to make her feel better.


    Sheryl kept crying desperately despite the reassurance. She mumbled, "If anything happens to


    Charles, I don''t want to live without him."


    I sighed. She knew that she couldn''t reason with Sheryl at the moment. She decided it''d be better to


    remain quiet and stay with Sheryl.


    After a while, the nurse came out. Sheryl disentangled herself from I''s arms and rushed to the nurse.


    Meeting Sheryl''s expectant eyes, the nurse knew that Sheryl was desperate to know how Charles was


    doing. If she didn''t say anything, Sheryl wouldn''t let her leave.


    "He''s all right for the moment. Whether he will wake up or not depends on the follow-up operations for


    the congestion in his brain. It''s useless for you to stay here. I suggest that you returnter. You should


    focus on taking care of yourself for now. Your health is as important as his. Once he is transferred to


    the general ward, you''ll be able to see him and stay with him," the nurse advised. She knew that Sheryl


    was a friend of Cassie''s, so she really wanted to help her.


    "She''s right, Sher! You should take time to rest now and go back to your room," I said to Sheryl.


    Then, I winked to the nurse, signaling that she was thankful for the backup.


    The nurse soon understood what I meant. She came forward and asked seriously, "If you also get


    sick now, how can you then take care of your husband when he needs you?"