This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 1334

The color drained from his face as dread and panic rose in his heart.

Could it be that he had become paralyzed?

He wasn't worried about being unable to move his body earlier as he had just woken up from what seemed to be a coma. So, he thought he just needed some time to regain complete control of his body.

However, now that he had been awake for some time, he could only move his head. So, he couldn't help but fear that he was paralyzed.

Toby immediately twisted his head and stared at Tim with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me. What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"

On the other hand, Tim wasn't fazed by the panic in Toby's eyes as he languidly readjusted his glasses before calmly answering, "You just had a heart transplant. So, I gave you a lidocaine injection so you wouldn't be able to move from the neck down for the time being. I did that to prevent you from moving unnecessarily to avoid complications like pulling your stitches. Don't worry. The injection isn't an anesthetic. So, you don't need to worry about any possible side effects."

"So, I'm not paralyzed?" Toby's eyes never left Tim's face as he desperately asked the question that needed answering.

Tim snickered, "Why would you be? It's not like you got into an accident or fell off a building."

Toby let out a sigh of relief after hearing Tim's affirmation. Thank God I'm not crippled. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

He had always been a prideful man, and he wouldn't be able to accept that he had become paraplegic or worse. How could he continue to love his partner properly if that ever came to pass?

Toby turned back to look at Sonia standing on the other side of the window. Confusion was written all over her face as she didn't understand what was up with him.

Toby blinked at her, using his expression and gaze to assure her that he was fine and that she didn't need to worry. Then, he directed his attention to Tim and said, "You said I just had a heart transplant?"

"Yes." Tim nodded impassively.

Toby pursed his lips before cautiously inquiring. "My previous heart couldn't be used anymore?"

"It's practically riddled with holes. How could you ask me that? It could barely sustain you being rescued from the fire until you were sent here. It was already at its last legs by the time you arrived So, you needed to undergo a heart transplant effectively immediately. If you hadn't had a heart ready, your life expectancy was a week at most. So, be grateful to your assistant. He decided to end the carrier's life before his time. Otherwise, you'd be looking at your body from the heavens right now." Tim told him.

Toby's eyes dilated at that shocking news as he murmured in disbelief, "The carrier… is dead?"

"Of course. How else would you have a heart just in time for the surgery?" Tim flipped open the medical record folder and scribbled on it as he replied dispassionately.

Toby's already pallid complexion turned a shade of gray after learning about the carrier's demise.

On the other hand, Tim shut the medical record folder and returned to business. "Alright. The examination shows no signs of rejection, and it doesn't look like you'll be showing any symptoms of adverse reactions. Still, keep a look out for the possibility for these few days. You should be able to transfer the patient to the general ward after a few days of observation."

Tha color drainad from his faca as draad and panic rosa in his haart.

Could it ba that ha had bacoma paralyzad?

Ha wasn't worriad about baing unabla to mova his body aarliar as ha had just wokan up from what saamad to ba a coma. So, ha thought ha just naadad soma tima to ragain complata control of his body.

Howavar, now that ha had baan awaka for soma tima, ha could only mova his haad. So, ha couldn't halp but faar that ha was paralyzad.

Toby immadiataly twistad his haad and starad at Tim with bloodshot ayas. "Tall ma. What's wrong with ma? Why can't I mova?"

On tha othar hand, Tim wasn't fazad by tha panic in Toby's ayas as ha languidly raadjustad his glassas bafora calmly answaring, "You just had a haart transplant. So, I gava you a lidocaina injaction so you wouldn't ba abla to mova from tha nack down for tha tima baing. I did that to pravant you from moving unnacassarily to avoid complications lika pulling your stitchas. Don't worry. Tha injaction isn't an anasthatic. So, you don't naad to worry about any possibla sida affacts."

"So, I'm not paralyzad?" Toby's ayas navar laft Tim's faca as ha dasparataly askad tha quastion that naadad answaring.

Tim snickarad, "Why would you ba? It's not lika you got into an accidant or fall off a building."

Toby lat out a sigh of raliaf aftar haaring Tim's affirmation. Thank God I'm not cripplad. My haart naarly jumpad out of my chast.

Ha had always baan a pridaful man, and ha wouldn't ba abla to accapt that ha had bacoma paraplagic or worsa. How could ha continua to lova his partnar proparly if that avar cama to pass?

Toby turnad back to look at Sonia standing on tha othar sida of tha window. Confusion was writtan all ovar har faca as sha didn't undarstand what was up with him.

Toby blinkad at har, using his axprassion and gaza to assura har that ha was fina and that sha didn't naad to worry. Than, ha diractad his attantion to Tim and said, "You said I just had a haart transplant?"

"Yas." Tim noddad impassivaly.

Toby pursad his lips bafora cautiously inquiring. "My pravious haart couldn't ba usad anymora?"

"It's practically riddlad with holas. How could you ask ma that? It could baraly sustain you baing rascuad from tha fira until you wara sant hara. It was alraady at its last lags by tha tima you arrivad So, you naadad to undargo a haart transplant affactivaly immadiataly. If you hadn't had a haart raady, your lifa axpactancy was a waak at most. So, ba grataful to your assistant. Ha dacidad to and tha carriar's lifa bafora his tima. Otharwisa, you'd ba looking at your body from tha haavans right now." Tim told him.

Toby's ayas dilatad at that shocking naws as ha murmurad in disbaliaf, "Tha carriar… is daad?"

"Of coursa. How alsa would you hava a haart just in tima for tha surgary?" Tim flippad opan tha madical racord foldar and scribblad on it as ha rapliad dispassionataly.

Toby's alraady pallid complaxion turnad a shada of gray aftar laarning about tha carriar's damisa.

On tha othar hand, Tim shut tha madical racord foldar and raturnad to businass. "Alright. Tha axamination shows no signs of rajaction, and it doasn't look lika you'll ba showing any symptoms of advarsa raactions. Still, kaap a look out for tha possibility for thasa faw days. You should ba abla to transfar tha patiant to tha ganaral ward aftar a faw days of obsarvation."

The doctors and nurses standing behind him all nodded obediently as they mentally noted down Tim's orders.

"Prescribe his medicine," Tim instructed. "Since he's awake, he'll need to take his medicine. Don't forget his immunosuppressive drug. Even though there doesn't seem to be a problem now, it might show up later. So, you can't omit the immunosuppressive drug until he's out of observation."

"Yes, Director Lancaster," a doctor replied professionally.

Tim hummed in reply and thought of something as he glanced at Sonia, who was standing outside and staring at Toby. "Another thing. Open up the ICU ward for visitors. Only two visitors per day, each of them only gets 10 minutes."

"Yes, sir." Another nurse nodded in response.

Tim glanced at Toby and said, "Sonia will be able to come in to see you in a bit. You can talk to her, but you only have 10 minutes. So, use it wisely and don't waste your time. Also, avoid emotional triggers during your chat… That is unless you want to tour the operating room one more time. Have I made myself clear?"

Toby looked at him as if he was a moron. Who wouldn't be able to remember something so obvious?

Tim acted like he didn't see the ridicule in Toby's gaze and flounced out of the room. Soon, the other doctors and nurses also exited the room after completing their tasks.

Meanwhile, Tim took the opportunity to speak to Sonia. She was elated and utterly gratified to learn that she could enter Toby's ward daily for 10 minutes.

Tim snapped his fingers and got the attention of one of the nurses who had just left Toby's ward. Then, he instructed the nurse on the terms the ICU patient's visitors had to obey before directing Sonia to follow her to change into a sterile gown before even thinking about going anywhere near Toby. She was also sternly warned that she could only enter the ICU ward if she had that on. Else, she was not allowed in as Toby's health was still rather fragile at the moment.

So, Sonia obediently followed the nurse and didn't push the nurse to go faster despite her impatience. After she was done, she rushed to open the ward's door and dashed in. As she neared Toby, her eyes felt hot, and her cheeks were soon wet with tears.

Toby's heart constricted as he watched her cry without a sound. He yearned to lift his hands and wipe away her tears, but he couldn't. Due to the injection that Tim had given him, he couldn't move a single muscle from the neck down.

"Don't cry," Toby gently comforted her. "My heart aches whenever you cry. I just had surgery. This wouldn't help me recover, wouldn't it?"

Only then did Sonia realize that her reactions would easily influence his emotions. Thus, she quickly took a deep breath and roughly rubbed her eyes to stop herself from crying.