Chapter 247 To Gauge The Heart Of A Gentleman With One’s Own Mean Measure

The situation in the corridor was in a mess. Almost everyone in the Godfrey family rushed forward and surrounded Helen. "Aunt Helen", "Aunt", "Grandma", "Mom", everyone shouted in a disorderly way. Everleigh was stopped by Christopher. "There's first aid in the hotel. This is not your business."

Even if Helen was a VIP patient of hers, it was the holidays and she was off duty. It was understandable if she didn't care, let alone after what had happened just now.

However, she was not this kind of person. "It's the same thing. We are doctors."

After saying that, she broke free from Christopher's hand and went straight ahead.

"What are you trying to do?" Madison was sharp-eyed. At the sight of Everleigh, she immediately pointed at her and cursed, "It's all your fault. If anything bad happens to Mom, I want you to..."

"What do you want me to do?" Before Madison could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Everleigh's cold voice. "Do you want me, or the entire Trevino family, to attend the funeral?" "You..." Madison trembled with anger. "Are you cursing her?"

Everleigh didn't want to talk nonsense with her. She glanced at everyone and said, "All of you get out of the way if you don't want Madam Scott to die. If we miss the best rescue time, no one can save her anymore."

It was rare for her to speak so harshly like this. Everyone was shocked and retreated one after another.

Saying nothing, Everleigh rolled up her sleeves and went forward. She took Helen from the butler's arms, laid her flat on the ground, and unbuttoned Helen's collar...

On the other side, Christopher had quickly ordered the staff of the hotel to arrange an ambulance and a stretcher to take her to the hospital.

It was deep in the night, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, as if a cigarette butt had burned a hole in a piece of black cloth. Occasionally, it made people wonder whether the world beyond the curtain of night was real or not. In the operating room of the city hospital, the surgical light was bright.

"The patient has a heart arrest. We must operate her as soon as possible."

"Go and ask the family members to sign the approval."

sterile suit. She took the operation form from the nurse and looked at it. Christopher's voice

the hospital, even to the operating room, Christopher accompanied them all the

Everleigh to be the main surgeon. If there was any accident, the Godfrey family would push all the blame onto her, even if she was not at fault. With such a high-risk surgery, Helen

the operation form, stayed silent for a while, then handed it to

took off his mask and walked out of the operating room. She stayed in the same place for a while.

brain-dead patient couldn't be cured in a month after he was diagnosed, he would die soon if there wasn't any assistance from any

a plan for the Godfrey family's heart transplant surgery. However, Helen was too old, and it was indeed difficult

point, there was no other way

time. His already haggard face seemed to have aged ten years overnight. However, his haggard appearance was no match for

who was unlikely to appear on the same occasion, arrive

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up to him the moment he

surgery as soon as possible. The operating room has already asked the donor to be sent here. You only have half an hour to think about it. The patient won't be able to

took the form. His cold face trembled slightly, and he tightened his grip on the edge of the

understand the pain he

have to face such a life-and-death moment so soon. She might even receive

blame for all of

eldest son of the Godfrey family

asked, "Who is the main

him

came from behind them. Even though she was choking, her voice was still sharp and piercing. "I don't agree. Don't you

chin. "The most authoritative cardiologist in

pair of hearts. Almost all the donors were brain-dead patients, and the time of the

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