At this mont, the nurse who just asked them to sign the paper passed by again.
Skyler Jones grabbed the nurse’s hand forcefully, and said coldly, "Even if I can’t be by her side, can I see the surgery process?"
"You can see it in the director’s office, but whether you can convince the director is..."
A minute later, Skyler Jones was already sitting in front of the computer in the director’s office.
The computer was displaying the process of Christine Quinn’s surgery...
Two out of five doctors were operating on Christine Quinn, while three stood as assistants nearby. He couldn’t see the specific operation, but he could see the sweat on the doctors’ faces and foreheads, and Christine Quinn lay on the surgical bed, her face pallid.
It really was her...
She was right there just dozens of ters away from him, her long lashes closed, looking like she was asleep, but without the slightest breath.
His heart tightened, every cell in his body shouting to rush to her side to accompany her through this tough ti, but he dared not do so because he wasn’t confident she would be glad to see him and not scared.
In the quiet director’s office, his deep eyes were fixed solely on her on the computer screen.
He hoped she would wake up the next second, hoped she would speak to him sharply and cleverly as before, he couldn’t bear to see her like this lifeless. He had so many things to say, she had to wake up and hear those words he never spoke...
When the surgery reached six hours, Skyler Jones’s subordinate brought him a bottle of water.
Despite not eating or drinking water all day, Skyler Jones seed unaffected by it, continuously staring at the computer awaiting the end of the surgery.
Howard Geoffrey, who left earlier, returned to the hospital.
Jason Wood saw the boss and quickly greeted him.
Howard Geoffrey looked at the red surgery light above, asked, "How long has it been?"
"It’s been seven hours already."
Howard Geoffrey frowned slightly, "Where’s my brother?"
"He’s still in the director’s office, watching the surgery... His dark circles are so heavy, clearly he hasn’t slept well these days."
Howard Geoffrey sighed heavily, "I hope Christine can pull through this."
The surgery took more than nine hours, much longer than expected.
When the doctors ca out of the operating room, they looked exhausted.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t have ti to ask the doctors about the situation, a figure rushed to tightly grab the doctor’s collar, "How is she? Quickly tell !!"
"Who are you..."
"I’m her husband."
Upon hearing this, the doctor lowered his head mournfully, "I’m very sorry... We’ve done our best."
"Done your best?" Rembering the image of doctors shaking their heads on the computer, Skyler Jones roared, "What do you an you’ve done your best?"
"Family mber, please calm down... The chance of success for such a surgery was never more than twenty percent, plus the patient’s heart failure, it’s a miracle she’s held on this long..."
"What nonsense are you talking..." Saying this, Skyler Jones’s tall figure staggered back a step.
At this ti, the bed was pushed out from the operating room.
Skyler Jones, who was retreating step by step, stared blankly at the white sheet covering the patient from head to toe...
Everyone froze in place.
The next second, Skyler Jones rushed towards the bed...
He pulled the sheet away, seized Christine Quinn’s shoulders tightly, shouting like a madman, "Christine Quinn, you can’t die... What did you say? You said you would never show weakness in front of , what’s this lying here supposed to an? Where’s your usual stubbornness and pride? Christine Quinn... Wake up quickly for ..."
Looking at the lifeless, unresponsive Christine Quinn on the bed, tears filled Skyler Jones’s eyes, and he kept shouting, "Wake up for , Christine Quinn, I order you to wake up..."
To prevent Skyler Jones from hurting Christine Quinn, his subordinates and Jason Wood simultaneously pulled him back, restraining his emotions, while all bowed their heads, silently grieving.
Skyler Jones struggled forcefully, "Let go of , let go..."
His subordinate couldn’t help but say, "Mr. Jones, please don’t do this, people can’t co back to life after death..."
Several nurses took the opportunity as the crowd restrained Skyler Jones to slowly push the bed towards the mortuary at the end of the hallway.
At this second, "Ah..." Skyler Jones’s anguished cries echoed down the corridor. "Ah..."
The dim room was filled with a pungent sll of alcohol.
In the darkest corner of the room, Skyler Jones’s collapsed body leaned against the cold wall, still clutching a bottle of alcohol, filled with spirits that had a high alcohol content.
The door made a constant knocking sound, "Oversky, Oversky..." This tender and gentle voice ca from Mrs. Geoffrey.
Skyler Jones’s eyes were vacant as if he didn’t hear the calls from outside, his eyes dark.
The next second, the door was forcefully opened from outside...
Seeing Skyler Jones in the corner, Mrs. Geoffrey, with her old body, hurriedly walked towards him.
"Oversky, Oversky..."
Seeing Skyler Jones’s current state, Mrs. Geoffrey’s tears of heartache had already fallen.
"Why are you so foolish, your hands are bleeding so much, yet you didn’t even bandage them..." As Mrs. Geoffrey said this, a servant hastily brought a dicine box to her side.
Mrs. Geoffrey imdiately took out alcohol, bandages, etc., to simply bandage Skyler Jones.
While bandaging Skyler Jones, Mrs. Geoffrey discovered that his hands and fingers were all filled with broken glass...
Mrs. Geoffrey choked on her words, "Even if it hurts, you can’t hurt yourself like this..."
A servant whispered beside, "I heard that the hospital glass was shattered everywhere, everything was smashed by Mr. Jones... The hospital was terrified."
After Mrs. Geoffrey bandaged Skyler Jones, she softly asked him, "Oversky, are you hungry? You haven’t eaten for two days. Shall I have soone bring you sothing to eat?"
In the past, Skyler Jones, even if he didn’t appreciate Mrs. Geoffrey’s kindness, would at least respond, even if unfriendly, but now he seed to live only in his world, saying nothing, just repeatedly taking the bottle to his mouth...
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