After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 899

Chapter 899

Sylvia looked at the old Evans with indifference. It had been a long time since she last saw him. She didn't have any feelings towards the Evans family, especially after learning the truth about her mother being kicked out of their family. Even though the old Evans looked frail and worn out, it didn't stir any emotions within her.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy today," Sylvia politely declined his invitation. "I've been swamped lately."

"Sylvia..." The old Evans' face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly added, "How about tomorrow? Or if not tomorrow, maybe the day after? You don't come back to Larro often... I really miss you!"

He gazed at Sylvia with longing eyes hoping that she would agree.

Just then Sylvia's phone rang; it was from the dean.

"Dr. Sylvia! Something's wrong! Professor Peterson is critically ill! You need to come over right away!"

"Professor Peterson?" Sylvia was taken aback as she turned around and headed towards the hospital in a hurry. "What happened? He was fine just recently..."

Professor Peterson was one of H Rovirsa's most famous orthopedic surgeons and pioneers in bone surgery; he was also an internationally renowned expert in hepatobiliary surgery who had already reached his nineties this year. How could he suddenly become so sick?

Sylvia couldn't spare any more time for the old Evans and hung up on him before rushing into the hospital.

The old Evans was startled by what just happened as he followed her with help from his butler.

"Sylvia, what's going on?" He asked worriedly.

"I might not have time to explain now," replied Sylvia hastily while running ahead of him like a whirlwind. "There is an important patient who needs my immediate attention for resuscitation."

"I heard her mention Professor Peterson..." The old Evan sighed heavily before glancing at Sylvia's retreating figure. "Oh well, let's head home first."

When Sylvia arrived at emergency room entrance, Professor Peterson lay unconscious on an operating table inside.

"How is he doing?" asked Sylvia anxiously .

"All organs are rapidly deteriorating," said Dean standing beside them, looking pale. Tears shimmered in his eyes.

"I'll try again!" Sylvia said as she began checking Professor Peterson's various indicators. "Even if there is a glimmer of hope, we should not give up."

However...

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed...

Sylvia was covered in sweat and exhausted, collapsing on the ground. She closed her eyes. "Announce it."

Tears streamed down her face as she thought about how little she had interacted with Professor Peterson. They only ever crossed paths during meetings.

But this old man was known for being approachable and treating his patients like family. They had exchanged a few words before, but Sylvia knew he was someone worthy of respect.

His noble character was renowned throughout the medical community. Many excellent orthopedic surgeons in hospitals today were once his students.

His achievements in medicine were unparalleled by anyone else.

As colleagues around them cried softly, Sylvia's eyes turned red too. She felt sad and overwhelmed by emotions that were difficult to describe.

She always admired these great people who worked for their country and its people - Professor Peterson was one such person who made significant contributions to society through his work in medicine.

He solved many difficult problems and diseases related to orthopedics that others could not solve.

The dean bowed deeply towards Professor Peterson before choking out. "Just three months ago, he performed surgery on a patient on the operating table... I never expected that three months later..."

"Let us all stand up and bid farewell to Professor Peterson!" Sylvia stood up from the floor then bowed deeply towards him.

"Professor Peterson, please rest well!"

Everyone in the emergency room bid farewell tearfully towards Professor Peterson.

The dean finally stood up wiping away tears before saying. "Notify his family members and superiors."

Sylvia's face turned pale almost transparently white; it was an indescribable pain.

A white cloth slowly covered Professor Peterson's body while several nurses pushed him out toward the door with a loud bang sound when they opened it; all of Professor Peterson's family members surrounded him along with some of his students asking questions such as.

"How is he doing?"

"How is his rescue going?"

"My teacher..."

The dean looked at them in grief, almost unable to face it. "Organ failure, we... are powerless."

Suddenly... a cry of mourning came from the emergency room door.

A few minutes later.

The whole country knew about this news.

All major media outlets, websites, various influential posters and internet celebrities, and stars...