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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.

Toby called out to stop him

walk out the door and cast Toby a sidelong

know about this. If word gets out that

a given that I’ll remain reticent about your condition. Besides, it’s

at this. The only reason why you didn’t say anything

hide how flustered

direction and added pointedly as he walked out of the room,

and Tom were alone again in

receiving a look of askance from Toby, Tom had no choice but to elaborate, “Sonia’s fine. She’s dandy. I mean, how could she not be after

snide tones, Toby frowned and asked unhappily, “What,

too many times because of her. I won’t talk about what happened in the past, but this time, your heart

loyal to me all these years and that you’re speaking up for my

to the size of saucers

this incident,” Toby explained somberly. “I was the one who voluntarily jumped off the cliff to save her, so your rage toward her is obviously unjustified. You usually have more sense than to blame everything on

a fish. He snapped

We’ll let the matter drop now and I don’t want you bringing it up

sir.” Tom nodded despite his

near Toby’s temple throbbed to signal his weariness and he rubbed it as he

morning. She’s fine and probably

noted, “As long as she’s fine. Remember, she can’t learn about my heart issue, do you

it, she would blame herself and think that she was the reason for his current predicament. She can’t ever find

worry, 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, but more along the lines of worrying

of the extent of his

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