The two doctors surrounding the operating table quickly made way, turning to glance at her, "Co quickly."
Monica Usher saw Justin Kingston covered in blood, lying with closed eyes on the cold operating table, his handso face rendered unrecognizable by the bloodstains.
His blood-stained clothes were torn open, and cold instrunts were attached to his chest.
The scene was clearly horrifying, yet she felt no fear, only the dread of losing him, the fear that he might die.
Tears burst forth... Monica’s heart was also in wrenching pain.
"Mia..." Justin Kingston’s lips trembled slightly, his brow furrowed, his voice incredibly weak.
Monica stepped forward, sat down on the small stool the doctor had moved over, and tightly grasped his blood-covered hand.
So cold, completely devoid of warmth...
She wept like rain, staring at him, feeling the air in the operating room cold and piercing.
Her heart instantly chilled to the bone...
Rubbing his hands lightly, trying to convey so warmth, but he seed to be unaware.
"Stop crying," the doctor told her, then leaned over to Justin Kingston’s ear and said in English, "Mr. Kingston, your Mia is here, she’s holding your hand at this mont, crying uncontrollably, so you must co back, please fight with all your strength!"
Justin Kingston’s consciousness grew weaker, feeling as though he was floating, hearing that Mia had arrived; his nearly numb fingers moved slightly.
His response left Monica both sad and joyful, fear of losing him filled her heart, making every second feel like a year.
The doctors were desperately trying to save him.
Still within the sa hospital, on the sa floor, in a certain ward.
Gentle wind fluttered the white curtains, the air filled with the faint scent of lilies.
Mia Lane lay on the bed with closed eyes, in a coma, her face slightly pale, the anesthesia not yet faded.
Her eyeballs occasionally moved slightly.
In the dream—
"Mia Lane, do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?! How can you be so heartless!"
"You didn’t even make a phone call! Do you not want the child anymore?! Where is your conscience?!"
Justin Kingston stood on the beach, his voice hoarse as he accused her, "Do you have a heart at all? You’re the most unfeeling woman in the world! You’re unworthy of happiness!"
"I’m sorry..." She stood before him, teary-eyed, eting his gaze full of resentnt, "I’m sorry..." Her mind a complete muddle.
"Sorry is useless!" Justin Kingston roared, "You said you love ! You said it!"
He stepped back one by one, his deep eyes filled with love and hate, "What is there that we can’t face together?"
"If you ask , if you and my mom were drowning, who would I save? I tell you, Mia Lane, I would save you!! Save you!"
He truly loved her.
Mia wept, walking toward him step by step, "Listen to , don’t get so agitated." She wanted to explain.
But his body gradually beca transparent, "Now you know how important you are, right?" As the words fell, that transparent body shattered into pieces, disappearing before her.
"No!! Justin!! Justin!"
In the dream, she frantically called out! Searching everywhere but the entire beach had only her left.
In the sa floor doctor’s office.
Anton Miller took the post-operative examination report from the doctor, asking in fluent English, "Is it clean?"
"It’s clean, won’t affect future pregnancies." The doctor reminded, "If pregnant, don’t run around, especially in the first three months, be careful. If running causes miscarriage, it indicates weak body; if pregnant again, ensure good prenatal care, best to rest and recuperate in bed."
"Thank you, doctor." Anton Miller put away the report, "I understand."
"As her boyfriend, you’re mainly responsible for today’s incident," the old doctor adjusted his glasses.
Anton Miller responded sincerely, "Yes."
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