Chapter 251
Grace walked over to help Daisy up, saying, “Dad will be fine. Don’t cry.” Daisy grabbed her arm urgently. “Go pay for your dad’s surgery! Hurry!” Grace nodded and swiftly ascended to the second-floor to settle the fee.
On her way back, she noticed a doctor conversing with Daisy.
Grace hastened her steps and approached them.
“The injury is severe. The rebar is perilously close to the nerves in his leg. You must prepare yourself. There’s a significant chance we won’t be able to save his leg,” the doctor explained.
Daisy felt a rush of dizziness and leaned back, supported by Carson.
Grace seized the doctor’s sleeve. “Doctor, you mentioned it’s possible. You didn’t definitively say his leg can’t be saved. So, there’s still hope, right? Please, do everything you can to save my dad’s leg! I implore you…”
“Please remain calm. We will certainly do our utmost. However, if the situation necessitates, we may have to amputate. I hope you understand. If you agree, please proceed to the nurse’s station and sign the surgery consent form.” At the mention of amputation, Daisy’s legs weakened. “No… No… He can’t lose his leg!”
She instinctively pulled Grace closer. “Grace, think a way quickly! If anything happens to your father, then what should we do?”
Grace furrowed her brow in distress. She wasn’t a doctor. What could she do?
Doctor…
Then she suddenly thought of someone.
A familiar, tender face flashed through Grace’s mind, and with trembling hands, she dialed Justin’s number.
“Grace?” His voice was as gentle as ever, and there was even a hint of surprise mixed in, making Grace’s heart inexplicably calm down.
Her voice quivered as she said, “Justin, please save my dad…”
Justin’s concern heightened. “What’s happened to your dad? Stay calm and speak slowly.”
“I’m at Central Hospital now. A rebar hit my dad’s leg, and the doctor said there’s a high chance he might lose his leg and it’ll need amputation. What should I do?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there right away.”
Justin delegated the task to another coworker before grabbing his car keys and departing the hospital.
Less than twenty minutes later, he arrived, panting and breathless as he approached Grace.
Gasping for air, he inquired, “Where’s your father’s attending doctor?”
Grace guided him to the attending doctor’s office. Justin conversed with the doctor about her father’s condition. The doctor glanced at Justin’s name on his work tag and then looked at Justin in shock. “You’re Dr. Vance from Southside Hospital!” Justin affirmed with a nod. “Show me the patient. I’ll perform the surgery.”
“Okay, follow me,” the doctor replied.
Austin cried. Grace comforted her while stealing glances inside. Upon seeing Justin emerge, she rushed forward. “How’s it going?”
Justin stroked her head reassuringly. “It’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll perform your father’s surgery.”
Grace’s tears welled up. “Justin, thank you.”
With a faint smile, Justin turned and headed into the operating room.
Outside, Grace, Daisy, and Carson waited anxiously, each passing minute feeling like an eternity.
Eventually, a nurse emerged and urgently asked, “Does anyone have B-type blood? The patient is hemorrhaging, and the blood bank is running low!”
Simultaneously, Daisy and Carson rushed forward. “I have B-type blood!” they exclaimed in unison.
The nurse glanced between them. “You’re the patient’s wife, aren’t you?”