Chapter 958

Chapter 964:
A small mistake or a wrong decision could mean Candice would bleed out right there on the table.
That was why he had tried so hard to get in touch with other professors. It was his love for her that held him back.
But now he didn’t have a choice. Candice needed the surgery right away. He had to do it.
He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. Slowly, his hands stopped shaking, and he continued with the surgery.
Outside the operating room, Milton was on edge. The nurse kept taking more and more blood from him. They started with 400 milliliters, then 600 milliliters.
Suddenly, another nurse rushed in. They whispered among themselves, and then they increased the amount of blood being taken to 800 milliliters. Usually, they only took out about 400 milliliters at a time. Most adults had around 4000 to 5000 milliliters of blood in them. Losing more than 30% of that amount would put them at risk.
Losing 800 milliliters of blood at once would lead to paleness in the face and lips, skin would become sweaty, and hands and feet would get cold and weak. Some people with weak bodies might even faint or go into shock.
Luckily, Milton was in good shape due to his consistent exercise routines.
As the nurse drew 800 milliliters of blood from him, his usually handsome face turned pale. He felt a bit dizzy, but he didn’t go into shock.
As he looked at the bags of blood being rushed to the operating room, worry gnawed at him while he whispered silent prayers. His heart clung to the hope that the surgery would pull through, that it would be a success. He hadn’t known that she had been battling congenital diseases all along. In hindsight, those moments of gasping for breath made sense. Sports were never her thing; he realized her heart couldn’t take it.
Even during their intimate moments, her excitement often left her breathless. Back then, he would soothe her with kisses, assuming their passion was just too fierce. Only then did he connect the dots, understanding it was her condition all along. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him—it was his fault. He blamed himself for missing the signs.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 @ gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Yet, at this critical juncture, regrets held no sway.
Thankfully, with 800 milliliters of his own blood drawn, the blood bank came through, sending enough life-saving fluid to the room. With resolve, he rose, intending to hover by the operating room’s entrance, anxious for news.
But his vision wavered, nearly toppling him.
A nurse hurried to his side, concern etched across her features. “You’ve lost too much blood. You need to rest now. Moving might trigger shock and endanger your life.”
Milton shook his head. He gently shrugged off the nurse’s hold and unsteadily advanced toward the operating room.
At this moment, all he could do was wait.
Her life eclipsed everything else; nothing else held weight.
The operation dragged on for an extended period, stretching until noon of the second day.
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