Chapter 467 Time of Death

Courtney was stopped by a nurse when she arrived at the neurosurgical operating room. The red light that showed an operation going on was still turned on then.

“Dr. Hunter, do you want to go in and observe the surgery?” the nurse asked, making Courtney stop in her tracks for a moment.

“Who is inside? How long has the operation been going on?”

“It has been 30 minutes.” The nurse pointed at the clock on the wall. “The patient might be someone rather influential. I heard that Vice President Zayn personally came to operate on the patient after receiving a call. I wonder if it is because the hospital doors are closed that the patient’s family is not here yet.”

Courtney’s heart was thundering in her chest then. “I will go in and have a look,” she told the nurse.

“Oh my, Dr. Hunter. Have you forgotten that you need to scrub your hands and change into a surgical gown? Vice President Zayn is going to have your head if you go in like this!” the nurse reminded Courtney, her gaze somewhat baffled as she looked at her.

Hearing that, Courtney quickly collected herself and rushed to the changing room to get herself ready. As she was still feeling slightly restless, she called the intern in the surgical room by the wrong name when she went in.

There were a handful of doctors surrounding the operating table. Not being able to squeeze her way in and not daring enough to even attempt that, she only stood aside as she watched the doctors at work. She was beginning to sweat from the warm and humid surgery gown she was in.

“Why are you here?” a voice came from beside her. Through the mask and surgical gown that person was wearing, Courtney could barely recognize Quella Earth’s clear voice. She was an intern from the Department of Cardiac Surgery.

 

Having her attention fully on what was happening at the operating table, Courtney only absent-mindedly said, “I’m just taking a look.”

“What a coincidence. Me too.” Standing side to side with Courtney, she nonchalantly continued, “It has been crazy in the emergency room. At least I can blatantly take a rest on the excuse that I am here to observe the operation. But what luck. Things aren’t going so well for this patient. I am afraid we will have to deliver our apology to his family after the surgery.”

Courtney’s face instantly paled at that. “What do you mean?”

Quella was one of the best students Linda was proud to have. She would never say something like this as a joke.

“Yup. He seemed fine when he was brought in here, but we found that he had intracranial hypertension. The chief of neurology has been in a meeting about this for hours. The success rate isn’t high, but the chief is still holding onto the last ray of hope. The patient will be dead for sure if we don’t operate on him. We gave his family a call and started with the operation after they gave us the green light.”

“How low is the success rate?” Courtney faltered.

“Less than 10 percent. We even have the death notice ready to be sent out in case the operation fails.”

Courtney’s limbs suddenly turned cold.

up, but her sight was still blocked by the doctors swarming around the patient. All she could hear then was the noise

“Oxygen mask!”

heart rate

“Prepare the cardiac pacemaker.”

“…”

Beep—

the pacemaker gradually flattened into a straight line that seemed

the machine, the rest of the noises in the room

“Time of death…”

notice and give it

“…”

surprised yelp from Quella. “Dr. Hunter! What is wrong?!” She

long

spring in her dreams, where rape flowers could be seen

hand as she pulled her

up! Jordan is waiting

which the child grumbled, “Mommy! Did

recalled that promise after hearing

go! Jordan is waiting for us by himself. I am sure he

alone in the flower field. He was already a teenager then. Courtney couldn’t help but notice the aloof expression on his

and asked, “Why are you here by

suddenly gave her an odd

on her hand, Tina asked, “Mommy, what are you talking about?

an equally confused expression as

Courtney’s face had fallen then as thoughts began to flood her

time, lifted his head to look at her. His face looked exactly

don’t now. You won’t be with Daddy anyway. What difference does it make whether or

steps backward, she muttered,

are you talking about?” the children

and none of

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