Chapter 18


    Presley rushed in, his coat all messed up, “How’s it going“”


    “Blood oxygen saturation is dropping patient in in aa cardiac arrest it’s critical‘ The more


    dangerous the situation was, the mom people need to stay calm trabe’s face had tumed ashen,


    her lips purple. No pulse could be felt, and no heartbeat could be heard


    ‘Gel CPR‘


    Presley took a painful breath, he had never seen Izabe so weak before if he had cared more


    about her, she might not have ended up like this.


    A feeling of destion slowly spread from the bottom of his heart, like a drop of ink dripping into a


    colorless ss of water, and then slowly turning the whole ss ck


    During the lengthy resuscitation, tabe’s heart rate gradually recovered. Like a dying ember, she


    somehow managed to pry her eyes open a little


    Her cygen mask was covered with white fog blurring her vision, triggering her subconscious ear.


    When she caught a glimpse of Prestry, she felt a little reassured. She wanted to speak to him, but


    she had no


    strength


    The pain had robbed her of her bodily freedom, she couldn’t even move a finger


    Presley noticed that she was awake and immediately grabbed her cold little hand, “Izabe, can you


    hear me? You’ll be okay, youll get better. Don’t give up! Think of all the people who care about you


    and love you Don’t you like the violin? When you’re discharged from the hospital, take you to a


    concert


    A line of crystal clear tears overflowed from the corner of Izabe’s eyes. Presley knew that the had


    heard him.


    Izabe tried to open her purple lips, attempting to make a sound. “Felt Presley Felton


    She was too weak, her voice was so small it was almost inaudible Presley leaned in closer and


    barely made out what she said, “It hurts so bad.”


    Presley clenched his teeth and managed to choke back the tears. With adrimmed eyes, he gently


    wiped away the tears from Izabe’s temples “Hang in there just a little longer, and the pain will go


    away You’ve always been strong


    trabe blinked, her eyes were getting blurry and she was seeing things in double vision. Opening


    her mouth, she gasped for air like a fish out of water, the colorless lips forming a weak smile. She


    whispered hoarsely, “Don’t tell Brett about my illness”


    Even in this situation, she was still thinking about Brett Why wouldn’t the tell him? People like Brett


    should feel guilty and remorseful for their actions, living in guilt every day without peace


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    Presley sniffed, “Winght, I promise


    trabe stared at the bright operating light above her and slowly closed her eyes


    Labe’s frail body was connected to various machines and tubes Before operating on stomach


    cancer, the stomach needs to be flushed When they saw the undigested buildup inside, Presley’s


    pupils reddened


    even more


    It was pulp which meant, Izabe had been eating tissue before!


    Why would she eat something like that?


    Presley instantly thought of Brett, outside the operating room


    He clenched his teeth to suppress the burning anger inside.


    The surgery was not sessful. It had barely kept Izabe alive, and she could die at any minute


    Izabe was transferred to the ICU for observation, if she didn’t recover within 48 hours, she would


    be in danger again


    The door to the operating room was pushed open, and Presley walked out, removing his mask and


    looking sharply at Brett.


    Brett tried to walk over and ask about Izabe’s condition, but his legs felt as if they were filled with


    lead, too heavy to even take a step


    Presley walked up to him, and Brett asked with a heavy voice, “How is she?”


    Presley abruptly raised his fist and struck Brett in the face not holding back at all. Brett staggered


    several steps backward.


    Tilting his head, his hands clenched to fists on either side of his thighs, he repeated the question,


    “How is Izabe?”


    “Thanks to you, she’s not dead. She just took a little stroll by the river Acheron and got sent back by


    Charon Presley sarcastically replied


    Presley’s words felt like steel needles piercing his throat. The dutt pain made his vision turn ck,


    even his breathing became difficult.


    Presley looked at Brett’s agonized expression and mocked, “The person causing all this is you,


    Brett. What right do you have to act in pain here? You won’t have to worry about Izabe anymore,


    Focus on the people you should care about”


    The guy Presley was talking about was, of course, Kaley


    “Izabe is my wife What right do you have to butt in our business?”