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Chapter 452

Chapter 452 Toby’s Decision

Tim had his hands in the pockets of his white coat as he commented, “According to the cardiology department, the heart will last you another three years, give or take.”

“Three years…” Toby clenched his fists in aggravation. How did my lifespan shorten by so much in such little time? It’s supposed to last as long as the average person’s heart.

“Yes, three years. So, if you want to keep on living after that, you’re going to have to search for a suitable heart within these three years for your transplant,” Tim affirmed as he signed with three fingers.

When he heard this, Tom’s eyes reddened. “How do you suggest we do that? President Fuller’s body and blood type are as rare as they are specific. It could take ages before we look for another heart that is compatible with the rest of his organs! If it’s such a walk in the park, then it wouldn’t have taken twenty-four years for him to locate a heart in the first place. So, don’t tell me that he can find the perfect donor in three years because it’s just nonsense!”

“Then, my hands are as tied as yours. If the right donor doesn’t come along in the next three years, Toby’s heart will wither out and he can do nothing else but wait for death to knock on his door,” Tim pointed out nonchalantly, putting his hands out like he was leaving all up to fate.

Upon seeing this, Tom grew incensed and demanded, “What the hell are you even saying? Aren’t you a doctor? How can you talk about a patient’s imminent death so casually?”

“And what would you rather hear me say?” Tim impassively gazed at the assistant. “I’m a doctor, not a walking organ procurement organization. No doctor can perform a miracle on him without first obtaining a compatible heart for the transplant, so whatever I said were only matters of fact.”

“You—”

“That’s enough!” Toby massaged the space between his brows and grimly said, “Back off, Tom. He’s right; no one can save me if we don’t get a compatible heart donor in the next three years. Death really is imminent.”

“I know, but I just don’t like how he put it,” Tom snapped as he glowered at Tim angrily.

Tim slid his glasses up his nose bridge as he pointed out flatly, “If you don’t like the way I have described it or if you find that I was way too brusque with my words, go and help your boss to find the perfect heart donor instead of hovering here picking arguments with me. Every day for the next three years is a day he spends fighting for his life, and for what it’s worth, that might be all the living he gets to do before his heart collapses. Maybe you guys would get lucky in the end, and the perfect heart would come along to save your boss from the brink of death. That’s all I have to say. Goodbye for now.”

With that, he turned to leave.

him in his tracks, “Hey,

President Fuller?” Tim halted before he could walk

his lips. “You can’t let anyone know about this. If word gets out that I have a heart

reticent about your condition. Besides, it’s not as if I’m dying to spread the news. I didn’t even tell Sonia when

reason why you didn’t say

hide how flustered he was when he demanded, “How is she

added pointedly as he walked out

Toby and Tom were alone again in the hospital

had no choice but to elaborate, “Sonia’s fine. She’s dandy. I

he picked up on the snide tones, Toby frowned and asked

because of her. I won’t talk about what happened in the past, but this time, your heart will wither in three years’ time

my own good, but I swear I won’t forgive you the next time you

the size of saucers as he

“I was the one who voluntarily jumped off the cliff to save

fish. He snapped

hand dismissively. “It’s fine. We’ll let the matter drop now and I don’t

sir.” Tom nodded despite his reluctance, lowering his

temple throbbed to signal his weariness and

was discharged this morning. She’s fine and probably at Paradigm Co. right now,” Tom

noted, “As long as she’s fine. Remember, she can’t learn about

and think that she was the reason for his current predicament. She can’t ever find out about this. It’s for her own

President Fuller. I never planned on telling her anyway,” Tom solemnly assured. That much was true. He had no intention of telling Sonia about Toby’s injuries, not because he was worried that she would blame herself,

aware of the extent of his injuries and calmly accepted his substantially shortened lifespan,

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