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Chapter 827

Chapter 827:
When Belinda heard Harold comfort her instead of blaming her, it made her heart ache even more.
“Don’t worry, Belinda. Lucas is strong; he’ll get through this,” Norma added from nearby.
Though she had said that, the worry in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
But both she and Harold understood that Belinda was the one suffering the most right now.
They sat together, the hallway filled with a heavy, suffocating silence as they waited by the operating room door.
Time dragged on endlessly, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, the door of the operating room creaked open.
Everyone leaped up from the extended bench and swiftly made their way toward the doctor, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and hope.
Under the piercing stares of so many distinguished individuals, the doctor immediately felt an overwhelming surge of pressure.
Clearing his throat, he said in a calm but measured tone, “Mr. Clark’s injury is quite severe, but fortunately, it narrowly bypassed his vital organs. The wound is a few centimeters away from his right kidney. The laceration has been sutured, but due to its depth, we need to observe him in the ICU overnight to avert any risk of infection. If there are no complications, he can be transferred to a standard ward by tomorrow morning.”
In truth, Lucas’ condition might not have warranted a standard intensive care unit. However, given his prominent status, the doctor had opted for a more cautious approach.
Upon hearing this, everyone present exhaled a collective breath of relief.
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“Alright, thank you, doctor,” someone finally said, breaking the silence.
“I just did what I needed to do,” the doctor replied with a respectful nod before excusing himself.
As his figure disappeared down the hallway, the heavy atmosphere began to lighten.
At that moment, Belinda spoke.
“You should all return home. Since entry into the ICU is prohibited, you all lingering here won’t accomplish anything.”
“What about you?” Bethany asked.
Belinda met her gaze firmly.
“I’m a physician. I can stay here to look after Lucas.”
“Belinda, you’ve had an exhausting day. You should go home and rest,” Harold suggested gently, his tone filled with care.
Belinda shook her head softly, a faint but resolute smile on her lips.
“I’d only be more worried if I left. I’m alright, Harold. Don’t worry about me.”
“Harold, just let Belinda stay,” Johnson chimed in at just the right moment, his voice steady and reassuring.
After a brief moment, Harold finally nodded in agreement.
With the decision made, the group gradually departed, leaving Belinda alone in the quiet, dimly lit corridor.
Taking a deep breath, Belinda first requested a leave of absence from the Cardiac Surgery Department before heading toward the unit where Lucas was.
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