Charlotte Thompson’s heart skipped a beat.
"What thod is that?" she forced her voice to sound less shaky.
"It’s the heart transplant surgery that the hospital you took your child to for examination had suggested," the doctor spoke, his voice profound and low.
Charlotte’s brows furrowed deeply, her teeth biting hard on her lip.
"Weren’t there other possible thods?"
"There are indeed other thods. For this kind of congenital heart disease, early surgery can be a cure," the doctor’s voice was slow, but it did not offer Charlotte any comfort.
"But now your daughter has surpassed the ideal age for surgery. If we proceed with surgery now, the risks are no less than those of a heart transplant."
The doctor removed his gloves, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
"Doctor, is there really no other way?" Charlotte’s teeth gently trembled.
The doctor shook his head.
"It’s just that, Miss Thompson, there’s sothing I really don’t understand: why is it that your daughter’s congenital heart disease has only been diagnosed now? Children should receive comprehensive examinations after birth. Problems like heart disease shouldn’t go undetected."
The doctor’s question left Charlotte speechless.
"Before... before, the doctors said my children were very healthy, without any issues," Charlotte clenched her teeth.
"This is very strange," the doctor said, puzzled.
Grace Thompson’s heart disease had only manifested at her current age, which suggested that the condition wasn’t so apparent at the beginning, and therefore the hospital had failed to detect it.
But now, as the child grew older and the burden on her heart increased, the congenital defect had beco evident.
Charlotte breathed deeply, but still could not calm her emotions.
"Doctor, Grace is so young now, finding a matching heart for her..."
"That is also a matter of concern for us. Generally, heart transplant surgeries are perford on adults. For your daughter’s age, it is not just rare, it’s almost nonexistent."
Charlotte’s eyes were already becoming sore.
"Miss Thompson, rest assured, we will do our utmost to find a suitable donor heart for you and actively treat your daughter’s condition to prolong her life until a suitable heart is available."
"Thank you, Doctor."
Charlotte took a step back and bowed deeply to the doctors, "But please, no matter what, take good care of my daughter."
"Miss Thompson, you don’t need to do this."
The doctor hurriedly reached out to support Charlotte, "This is what we, as doctors, are supposed to do."
"Charlotte, don’t worry. The Ross family will help you, and I’ll also tell the Gibson family," Adam Ross spoke up, comforting Charlotte.
If several renowned families in Druarus were working together, they couldn’t believe they wouldn’t be able to find one small heart.
Charlotte leaned into Justin Battleson’s arms, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
But the last glimr of hope she harbored in her heart was completely extinguished by the doctor’s words.
Noticing Charlotte’s lancholy, the children approached at that mont to comfort her one by one.
Grace walked out following the doctor, and when she saw Charlotte, she reached out to hug her, lifting her face to look up at her mother.
"Mommy, Dr. Uncle said Grace is doing very well, Mommy doesn’t need to worry," she said.
Charlotte nodded, "Mommy knows, Mommy knows everything. Grace will always be healthy."
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