One Night Surprise

One Night Surprise Chapter 467

Chapter 467 Time of Death

Courtney was stopped by a nurse when she arrived at the neurosurgical operating room. The red light that showed an operation going on was still turned on then.

“Dr. Hunter, do you want to go in and observe the surgery?” the nurse asked, making Courtney stop in her tracks for a moment.

“Who is inside? How long has the operation been going on?”

“It has been 30 minutes.” The nurse pointed at the clock on the wall. “The patient might be someone rather influential. I heard that Vice President Zayn personally came to operate on the patient after receiving a call. I wonder if it is because the hospital doors are closed that the patient’s family is not here yet.”

Courtney’s heart was thundering in her chest then. “I will go in and have a look,” she told the nurse.

“Oh my, Dr. Hunter. Have you forgotten that you need to scrub your hands and change into a surgical gown? Vice President Zayn is going to have your head if you go in like this!” the nurse reminded Courtney, her gaze somewhat baffled as she looked at her.

Hearing that, Courtney quickly collected herself and rushed to the changing room to get herself ready. As she was still feeling slightly restless, she called the intern in the surgical room by the wrong name when she went in.

There were a handful of doctors surrounding the operating table. Not being able to squeeze her way in and not daring enough to even attempt that, she only stood aside as she watched the doctors at work. She was beginning to sweat from the warm and humid surgery gown she was in.

“Why are you here?” a voice came from beside her. Through the mask and surgical gown that person was wearing, Courtney could barely recognize Quella Earth’s clear voice. She was an intern from the Department of Cardiac Surgery.

Having her attention fully on what was happening at the operating table, Courtney only absent-mindedly said, “I’m just taking a look.”

“What a coincidence. Me too.” Standing side to side with Courtney, she nonchalantly continued, “It has been crazy in the emergency room. At least I can blatantly take a rest on the excuse that I am here to observe the operation. But what luck. Things aren’t going so well for this patient. I am afraid we will have to deliver our apology to his family after the surgery.”

Courtney’s face instantly paled at that. “What do you mean?”

Quella was one of the best students Linda was proud to have. She would never say something like this as a joke.

“Yup. He seemed fine when he was brought in here, but we found that he had intracranial hypertension. The chief of neurology has been in a meeting about this for hours. The success rate isn’t high, but the chief is still holding onto the last ray of hope. The patient will be dead for sure if we don’t operate on him. We gave his family a call and started with the operation after they gave us the green light.”

“How low is the success rate?” Courtney faltered.

“Less than 10 percent. We even have the death notice ready to be sent out in case the operation fails.”

Courtney’s limbs suddenly turned cold.

the electrocardiographic heart monitor started beeping quickly. Her head shot up, but her sight was still blocked by the doctors swarming around the patient. All she could hear then was the noise that filled

“Oxygen mask!”

patient’s heart rate is too

“Prepare the cardiac pacemaker.”

“…”

Beep—

the pacemaker gradually flattened into a straight

than the sound from the machine, the rest of the noises in the room

“Time of death…”

notice and give it

“…”

by a surprised yelp from Quella. “Dr. Hunter! What is wrong?!” She

a long dream after

could be seen yellowing the field. The sunlight and warmth only further beautified

was holding her hand as she

up! Jordan

child grumbled, “Mommy! Did you forget

that promise after hearing her daughter’s

go! Jordan is waiting for us by himself. I am sure he

teenager then. Courtney couldn’t help but notice the aloof expression on his

and asked, “Why are you here by yourself? Where is

her an odd look

her hand, Tina asked, “Mommy, what are you talking about? We

an equally

began

look at her. His face looked exactly like Alexander’s. Even the coldness in his

You won’t be with Daddy anyway. What difference does it make whether or

could feel her chest tighten after hearing his words. Taking two steps backward, she

are you talking about?” the

are not my children, and none of

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