"But...’ Joanna didn’t know what to say to that.
Quinton didn’t want to make things difficult for Joanna, so he snatched the consent form from her and signed it swiftly.
"I’ll bear the risk.Hurry up and do the surgery, I’ve got things to do after this." "Okay, please co to the surgery room with us." The doctor nodded and led Quinton to the surgery room, while Joanna, Clara, and Haze waited in the corridor.
"Clara, did we make the right decision? Why do I feel so worried?" Joanna paced back and forth in the corridor, nibbling her lip anxiously.
"Stop overthinking; trust the doctor’s skills and Quinton’s luck.
Even if you don’t, you should trust Ethan’s character. He recomnded the doctor to us, so I’m sure everything will be fine," Clara said comfortingly as she rested her hand on Joanna’s shoulder.
Although Ethan was a scumbag in love affairs, he was a loyal friend.
Clara trusted that nothing would go wrong given that he was the one who recomnded the plastic surgeon.
Half an hour passed by, and Joanna gradually relaxed.
"Maybe I worried too much. Haze is right-it’s just a small surgery.It’ll be okay." Another hour passed by, and the surgery was coming to its end.
"I can’t wait to see if he’s as handso as he was before," Joanna said eagerly.
"He should have had this surgery ages ago... Maybe he would’ve gone back to his old self, and he wouldn’t have had to suffer for so many years." "The surgery is easy, but it’s hard to get a good doctor.
If everything goes well, I’ll curse Ethan less," Clara scoffed, narrowing her eyes.
They’d started ignoring each other after they parted on bad terms yesterday, but she couldn’t stop herself from constantly glancing at her phone.
Unfortunately, there were no calls or texts from him.
’Ugh, that wretched man! Mark my words, Ethan, I’ll never stop cursing you!’ Joanna turned to Clara, sensing that her friend was upset about sothing." What’s the matter? You both were being so lovey- dovey yesterday, so why do you want to curse him today?" "I broke up with him," Clara declared angrily.
"Again?! You guys have broken up at least four tis this month.
This isn’t a joke, is it?" Joanna asked doubtfully.
"I’m not lying, we really did break up with each other!" Clara shook her head." I finally realized that I’ll always be less important to him than his first love.
He cares so much more about his first love... In short, he’s unworthy." Joanna was about to ask Clara about it when a nurse suddenly rushed out of the operating room, her hands covered in blood.
Joanna’s face went pale, and her eyes grew wide in horror.
"No... Sothing’s wrong!"
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"What’s wrong?" Joanna imdiately rushed over.
"Mr. Pierce couldn’t take the anesthetic and suddenly fell into a coma. It’s an ergency, and we’re trying our best to save him... Miss, please sign this dical crisis notice," the nurse explained, her voice shaky.
Only one in ten thousand people could not take anesthesia. They had operated on so many people, but this was the first ti sothing like this had happened, so everyone was panicking.
Joanna felt dizzy as she grabbed the nurse’s arm and demanded hoarsely," He can’t take the anesthetic? A dical crisis notice? Is this so kind of joke?"
"I’m sorry, Miss Pierce, we didn’t expect this to happen. Please... Please sign this and be ntally prepared..."
"Why should I?" Joanna sounded hysterical, and her whole body trembled. Clenching her fists, she rushed towards the operating room. "You murderers... I’m going to kill you!"
Clara quickly dropped her. ’Joan, calm down. There’s still hope, and I’m sure things will get better. Don’t act recklessly..."
"Get better? How?" Joanna’s eyes were watery as she said desperately, "It might turn into a death notice if I wait any longer."
"But..." Tears rolled down Clara’s cheeks. She didn’t know how to comfort Joanna. She wouldn’t have co up with such a stupid idea if she knew that there would be such a risk.
Haze frowned and strode forward to stop Joanna, then said firmly, "I contacted the best surgeon I know, and he’ll be here soon. He treated my grandpa and did his surgery, so your brother will be in good hands."
"I don’t trust any doctor but myself now... He was fine. Soone must have wanted to hurt him, and that was why he fell into a coma. The surgery has to stop!" Joanna had never heard Quinton say that he couldn’t take anesthesia, so she felt that sothing had gone wrong during the surgery. It could’ve been the dicine, the skills, the doctor, or the nurse. Quinton was always so strong and healthy, and had survived worse injuries. It was unbelievable that he was dying because of a re face recovery surgery.
"I get how you feel, but we’re not doctors. We can’t act irrationally now. If you make a scene and delay the treatnt, can you bear the consequences?" Haze patiently tried to persuade Joanna. He had known her for such a long ti, but it was the first ti he had seen her so scared and distressed. He yearned to hug her, but didn’t dare to.
They were more than friends, but not a couple... There was nothing he could do.
"I know, but you’ve got to trust . There must be sothing wrong with the people in the surgery room. I can’t let them go on, or else my brother’s life will be in danger. I can’t let that happen!" Joanna was barely keeping it together as she leaned on Haze for support. She knew that Haze was being practical and all she had was just an assumption, but she didn’t dare to take any more risks.
"Haze, I’m begging you. Make them stop the surgery..." Joanna sobbed as she looked at Haze pleadingly. For the first ti, she was being vulnerable in front of him. ’Didn’t you get a good surgeon? I trust you... I’ll only let the doctor you get save my brother!"
Haze felt his heart ache when Joanna cried and begged him, so he forwent all his principles.
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