Chapter 598 The Much Awaited Operation (Part Two)


    "No," Brian said, quickly regaining his calmness. The door closed shut and Molly was out of his sight.


    His falcon-like eyes squinted slightly, which were deep and gloomy as an ancient well. "It won''t make


    any sense to go on investigating," he added. His opponent was a clever one, being able to pull off a


    stunt without leaving any evidence - thus, many preparations must be done in advance. Not many


    people could manage such a feat in a critical moment, or erase all doubts in a short amount of time. He


    knew Becky wasn''t capable of doing that. He had to believe her even if he didn''t want to.


    The room became tense and filled with distress. Meanwhile, outside the suite Molly could hardly


    support her body. She had to brace her arms and hands against the wall to prevent herself from falling.


    She still had a way to go to reach Mark''s hospital room.


    When she stopped in her tracks to temporarily rest her frail and weak body, she heard what Brian''s


    emotionally distant voice said. Her eyes instantly welled with tears and she truly felt miserable. She


    braced her arms against the wall again and continued to Mark''s room. She couldn''t believe it. Even


    though there were enough evidences that could prove the usations towards Becky, he still chose to


    believe in Becky. Even if Becky had done all of those things, he still wouldn''t call her to ount.


    Molly gritted her teeth, trying to prevent her teardrops from falling. She continued trudging towards


    Mark''s hospital room, her hands still bracing the wall for support. Finally, she reached the door and


    gently twisted the knob open.


    The room was quiet save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Shirley and Richie were inside,


    watching over Mark''s sleeping form. When Molly entered, Shirley immediately went to wrap her arms


    around Molly''s frame in a friendly hug and asked, "Little Molly, are you feeling better now? Why don''t


    you rest some more? Don''t worry, Richie and I will be here with Mark."


    Molly looked at Shirley with unreadable eyes and tried her best to put a smile on her face. She looked


    at Shirley and said in an impassive voice, "I''m worried about Mark…"


    "Dr. Fan and Elias did a checkup on Mark awhile ago, and they gave him an injection shot to dilute the


    vitamin C," Shirley said reassuringly, and nced back at Mark. "He woke up a while ago and then fell


    asleep again. Dr. Fan said that currently Mark is likely to be drowsy, but there is nothing serious as of


    now."


    Upon hearing that, Molly felt a dull pain in her forehead and she blinked. This news was probably the


    only thing that couldfort her at the moment. She sighed. Her whole body was still stiff but she was


    thankful for Mark''s situation for now.


    After treatment for three days, the amount of vitamin C in Mark''s body finally met the requirement for


    an operation. The operation required a rather delicate intracranial tumor resection surgery, but Dr. Fan,


    who specialized in neurosurgery, would absolutely manage. Dr. Young was there as Dr. Fan''s assistant,


    and even the deputy director of the hospital was there to provide second assistance. They were a


    strong team of doctors, and nothing was allowed to go wrong in the operation.


    A crew of nurses came to Mark''s room to wheel him off to a stretcher and prepare him for surgery. After


    that they brought him to the operating room andid his body on the cold metal of the steel table. Dr.


    Fan was standing by the head of the operation table. Mark''s hair had been shaved off, and his bare


    head was in the light. Dr. Fan marked a section on his head to perform the operation.


    Meanwhile, Mark''s visitors were outside in the operating room''s waiting area. The air among them was


    even more tense than the operating room itself. Molly was standing by the door. Shirley wanted to


    apany her, but was stopped by Richie. He gestured to Shirley with his eyes, subtly giving a hint.


    Shirley realized in understanding and looked at Brian, who was suddenly there in front of Richie, his


    eyes transfixed on Molly. Eric was standing across them, and they were all facing each other in a


    triangle.


    Shirley frowned a bit. She briefly remembered the day the three of them returning from outside the


    hospital and that felt odd. Brian had walked to the door and gathered little Molly in his arms. Shirley had


    seen this and quietly walked in their direction and asked Brian questions that she had been thinking


    about. He hadn''t bothered answering any of them. Later, Eric had joined them too. Fury had been


    written all over his face but he hadn''t said anything. Molly had been silent as well, so Shirley had no


    idea what had happened that day. She had tried investigating on her own to get to the bottom of things,


    but Richie did not allow her.


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    Shirley could only sigh and wait quietly, which she did.


    A few hours had passed. People across the hall came and went, but it still felt like forever in waiting. It


    was an agony for them but there really was nothing to do but wait. Meanwhile inside the operating


    room, the surgery proceeded intensely but in an orderly manner. They had been working on Mark''s


    body for a few hours now, but none of the people milling about the operating table had any difficulties


    as they were highly trained. However, some conditions of Mark''s body made the operation a bit


    troublesome.


    Just after a little while, the nurse spoke up, "Dr. Fan, Mark''s blood pressure is dropping sharply…" She


    said quickly upon seeing the blood pressure monitor disying the dropping numbers.


    Dr. Fan nced slightly at the monitor, stillposed as ever. His hands deftly continued the operation


    while he looked at the micro-disy screen. At the same time, he calmly ordered, "Report his blood


    pressure every thirty seconds."


    The nurseplied, her eyes fixed on the monitor and doing as Dr. Fan instructed. Mark''s low blood


    pressure made operating on his body a little moreplicated. Everyone in the room had their hearts


    in their throats as Mark''s blood pressure continued dropping even lower. Everyone in the room went


    desperate when the numbers dropped to the minimum value allowed for the operation, even the


    indifferent Dr. Fan, who then mped a tumor down using the forceps, which was about the size of a


    third of a fingernail. He put it on the tray the nurse held out.


    "His blood pressure is rising again!" the nurse reported, sounding relieved.


    Dr. Fan stayed cool and collected despite the extremely delicate state of the operation. He then said in


    an emotionless voice, "Dr. young, please take over."


    Dr. Young took over and did the remaining standard follow-up work after surgery. Dr. Fan still remained


    by the operating table''s side as Dr. Young proceeded with his work. He ced a stethoscope on Mark''s


    chest where his heart was.