"No," Brian said, quickly regaining his calmness. The door closed shut and Molly was out of his sight. His falcon-like eyes squinted slightly, which were deep and gloomy as an ancient well. "It won't make any sense to go on investigating," he added. His opponent was a clever one, being able to pull off a stunt without leaving any evidence - thus, many preparations must be done in advance. Not many people could manage such a feat in a critical moment, or erase all doubts in a short amount of time. He knew Becky wasn't capable of doing that. He had to believe her even if he didn't want to.
The room became tense and filled with distress. Meanwhile, outside the suite Molly could hardly support her body. She had to brace her arms and hands against the wall to prevent herself from falling. She still had a way to go to reach Mark's hospital room.
When she stopped in her tracks to temporarily rest her frail and weak body, she heard what Brian's emotionally distant voice said. Her eyes instantly welled with tears and she truly felt miserable. She braced her arms against the wall again and continued to Mark's room. She couldn't believe it. Even though there were enough evidences that could prove the accusations towards Becky, he still chose to believe in Becky. Even if Becky had done all of those things, he still wouldn't call her to account.
Molly gritted her teeth, trying to prevent her teardrops from falling. She continued trudging towards Mark's hospital room, her hands still bracing the wall for support. Finally, she reached the door and gently twisted the knob open.
The room was quiet save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Shirley and Richie were inside, watching over Mark's sleeping form. When Molly entered, Shirley immediately went to wrap her arms around Molly's frame in a friendly hug and asked, "Little Molly, are you feeling better now? Why don't you rest some more? Don't worry, Richie and I will be here with Mark."
Molly looked at Shirley with unreadable eyes and tried her best to put a smile on her face. She looked at Shirley and said in an impassive voice, "I'm worried about Mark…"
"Dr. Fan and Elias did a checkup on Mark awhile ago, and they gave him an injection shot to dilute the vitamin C," Shirley said reassuringly, and glanced back at Mark. "He woke up a while ago and then fell asleep again. Dr. Fan said that currently Mark is likely to be drowsy, but there is nothing serious as of now."
Upon hearing that, Molly felt a dull pain in her forehead and she blinked. This news was probably the only thing that could comfort her at the moment. She sighed. Her whole body was still stiff but she was thankful for Mark's situation for now.
After treatment for three days, the amount of vitamin C in Mark's body finally met the requirement for an operation. The operation required a rather delicate intracranial tumor resection surgery, but Dr. Fan, who specialized in neurosurgery, would absolutely manage. Dr. Young was there as Dr. Fan's assistant, and even the deputy director of the hospital was there to provide second assistance. They were a strong team of doctors, and nothing was allowed to go wrong in the operation.
A crew of nurses came to Mark's room to wheel him off to a stretcher and prepare him for surgery. After that they brought him to the operating room and laid his body on the cold metal of the steel table. Dr. Fan was standing by the head of the operation table. Mark's hair had been shaved off, and his bare head was in the light. Dr. Fan marked a section on his head to perform the operation.
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