Chapter 813
The Runaway Groom Chapter 813
Ray had the nurse prepare the surgical equipment and assist Irene with everything she needed.
“Since you’re a member of the patient’s family, sign the surgery consent form. This is an essential
procedure in any hospital, and we wouldn’t be able to take the responsibility if anything happens. So…”
Irene understood—every doctor feared reprisals.
If Dennis died, his family would press the issue on this hospital.
But she wanted to perform the surgery, so she must therefore assume that responsibility.
“Give it to me,” Irene said.
The nurse did so, and Irene quickly signed it before turning to Ray. “I will need your assistant.”
Ray nodded. “Of course.”
“You know the people here, Dr. Hall. I’ll be counting on you now.”
“Just leave it to me.”
Having taken the Hippocratic Oath, Ray did his best to assist Irene.
She opened the box and took out the artificial heart that Finn brought, then took a deep breath.
“Are you sure about this?” Ray asked.
“No,” Irene replied.
“…Then why are you doing it?”
“Is there any other choice?” Irene asked calmly in return.
That left Ray stumped.
There certainly was no choice, it was either surgery, which would give the patient a hanging thread’s
chance at staying alive, or no surgery, and his death assured.
“Just do what you have to. You can count on me for the rest,” Ray told her.
Irene nodded, just as Dennis was prepped for surgery.
Irene picked up the scalpel and made an incision through his chest.
She had done it many times, but this was the first time she felt this way.
It was not as if she was afraid of taking responsibility—she was just worried that Dennis’s lifelong
research failed to save himself.
And that would be tragic!
It was Irene’s first time transnting an artificial heart, and she would be lying if she said that she was
not nervous.
Still, the training she had, as well as the prudence andposure she honed from being a doctor, kept
her ice cold.
Telling herself to keep it together, she then said, “CPB.”
Everyone worked in perfect tandem with Ray’s assistance.
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One could almost hear the scalpel slicing through tissue.
But while the average person would feel the creeps form that sound, everyone in the operating room
was used to it—some would even hear it every day.
For Irene’s part, the research on the artificial heart had been simted many times, and they had
experimented on donated cadavers as well.
The test on the goat was the only living test subject they had.
Still, she was slowly getting into it.
Soon, there was blood build up in the chest and she could not see the veins.
“Suction.”
After that, she looked up, checking and ensuring the blood pressure reading was normal before
continuing the surgery.
…
The surgerysted over four hours, and it counts as a sess—the artificial heart’s transnt was a
sess, and Dennis’s vitals were improving.
The next 48 hours would determine his survival, depending on whether he woke up.
“Take him to the ICU,” Ray said after the surgery.
Irene quietly watched as Dennis was wheeled out, her thoughts inscrutable.
“Good work,” Ray told her.
“Everyone helped.” Irene pursed her lips—the surgery would not have gone that well if not for Ray.
“Thank you.”
“You’re wee.”
But even as Irene stepped out of the operating room, she still did not feel relief.
She changed out of her scrubs and watched her hands at the disinfection zone.
She left the operating room without work.
“Director.” Finn quickly approached her anxiously. “Is the surgery finished?”
“Yeah.” Irene nodded.
“And you did it?” a cold voice demanded behind Finn right then!
Irene turned toward it to find an unfamiliar face.
Who was he?!