Jacob gently leaned on Sara's shoulder. His eyes were sad and full of emotion. James stood on the side, a serious look on his face. What happened today was bound to happen sooner or later. However, he didn't expect that it would happen so fast.
Birth, aging, illness, and death were all inevitable. They were things that couldn't be changed in life. James was well aware of this, but he was still sad.
He had witnessed all sorts of highs and lows, but he still couldn't accept the way things were. After all, it was extremely difficult to come to terms with getting separated from someone forever— especially if it was someone you loved.
Soon, a doctor came out, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. It looked like a form of sorts.
"Excuse me, who is the patient's family?" Although the doctor was speaking clearly, Jacob couldn't seem to hear his words. He had zoned out, and he felt like he was turning deaf. If only he could really turn deaf and never find out what had really happened. However, he needed to face this.
"I am." Jacob looked up and stared at the doctor with his red eyes, afraid and worried. For the first time, he was afraid he was going to be faced with something he couldn't handle.
He knew this moment was inevitable, but he wished he could have had more time. He felt his heart beat wildly in his chest.
"Here's the thing. We need you sign the form before we proceed with the operation. This is an extremely high-risk procedure, so we will need you to sign off your consent. It has to be done by a direct relative," the doctor said, expressionless.
He had been used to both life and death, to sadness and joy. His professionalism commanded him to be as placid as possible, offering no special treatment to the man before him. What he needed to do was to do his best to save the man during the operation.
"What will happen if I don't sign it?" Jacob asked, trying to restrain his emotions. He knew that he needed to be strong at that moment, but he could feel his voice begin to tremble.
He couldn't express his emotions. Although he was a powerful businessman, there was nothing he could do to change his situation at that moment.
"If you don't sign it, we can't proceed with the operation. The patient may never wake up," the doctor replied calmly. He tried to make his voice as gentle as possible. This was a difficult decision for Jacob to make. However, he didn't say that even if Jacob did sign it, the patient still might not wake up.
He had hoped that the patient's family would remain hopeful about the outcome. He needed Jacob to sign the form, so that the hospital wouldn't be liable in case the outcome was terrible. He couldn't be so cruel as to tell the patient's family the cold, hard truth, but it was his job to make them aware of all the possibilities.
"I'll sign it." Jacob looked at the doctor and gestured for him to hand over the form. God only knew how difficult it was for him to say those words. With just those three words, he had made a decision about his father's life. He would be partially responsible for any outcome after the operation.
"I have to remind you again that the operation will be a high-risk procedure. After the operation, the patient would still need to go through a long period of chemotherapy. He will be at risk all the while. I hope you are prepared for that."
The doctor thought of every time he had to witness as the operation failed or the patient's condition got worse. He could do nothing but apologize to their families and assure them that he tried his best.
He felt terrible whenever such things happened. Therefore, the doctor deeply wished for the operation to be a success.
If the operation failed, all of their other efforts would have been in vain. Sometimes, failure even came during the eleventh hour. They would be so close to succeeding, only to lose the patient in the end. That was the most frustrating for doctors.
"I'm aware of that. Thanks for reminding us, doctor." Jacob lowered his head. He was still in shock by what he had done, and his mind felt like it was blank. It was said that extreme joy precedes deep sorrow.
The day that they all knew was going to come eventually had finally arrived, but Jacob still wasn't prepared. Even though he already had a premonition, he didn't know what to do if that premonition came true.
The doctor left to prepare, leaving the three of them in the waiting room. Nobody spoke, and the air felt heavy. Perhaps they were all reeling from the news and none of them knew how to handle such a thing. Life would present people with a lot of things that they had to face, whether they could withstand it or not.
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