My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 342

Not everything in this world was satisfactory.

Even if she prayed with all her whole heart, she couldn't change life and death on the operating table.

Christina curled into a ball on the chair with her eyes fixed on the red light in front of her which suggested the surgery was still going on. Betty sat next to her with reddened eyes. Mrs. Dickens clasped her trembling hands and kept murmuring prayers.

Several of the executives of the Dickens Group also came. Connie was in a dark corner on the left. No one spoke. They all waited silently.

"How came he got so sick all of a sudden..." Mrs. Dickens sobbed.

Betty stroked her back soothingly. She didn't know how to explain it and just wanted everything to be fine.

At this moment, the door of the O. R. was abruptly pushed open.

A bald and slightly fat male doctor in scrubs came out with a medical record in his hand, followed by two nurses. The nurse's white gloves were stained with blood, and they all looked grave.

"Doctor, how's my son?" Mrs. Dickens was closest to them and stood up immediately.

Christina instantly rushed to the doctor. The doctor looked at her and said in a low voice, "The patient's condition is very bad..."

Everyone's heart lifted into his or her throat.

Mrs. Dickens seemed to lose her strength all of a sudden and flopped to her knees. Betty quickly helped her up, sharing her dread. It was a huge blow and tears streamed down her face.

"We need his family to sign here."

The doctor looked solemn and handed Christina a notice saying the patient was in a critical condition.

Christina grabbed the pen with shaky fingers and signed her name.

"Please, save my father..." She sobbed with a lump in her throat.

"We will do everything we can, but you should brace yourselves for the worst result. The patient's brain vessels exploded and had a hemorrhage, which is highly possible to disable him. It is also very likely that he will become a vegetable or even die."

The doctor took back the notice and informed them of the situation concisely.

Then he whipped around and walked back into the O. R.

With a bang, the door closed again.

As if death was coming, the door shook slightly.

Christina stood up straight and looked at the door in a daze. Her vision became blurred, making her feel that what had happened was just a dream.

Mrs. Dickens couldn't take it any longer and gave Betty a push, kneeling on the ground.

She lowered her head and wept hoarsely, "God, we don't want money. We don't want power. Just save my son's life. I beg you, please..."

"We used to be poor and live in a bungalow. Donald was very hard-working and filial. We lived a frugal life, but we were happy. We always gathered together on holidays... I was wrong. I've known long ago that I don't deserve such wealth. I don't want it now. I just want you to show mercy and bring my son back..."

Mrs. Dickens cried miserably with her hands on the ground. She faced the door of the O. R. and prayed in the most pious way. Her husky cry sounded desperate and full of fear.

Christina's eyes reddened too. She quelled her tears and went to help her grandmother up.

Mrs. Dickens had been snobbish all her life. She wrapped her arms tightly around Christina and kept sobbing, wetting her clothes.

At this moment, nothing was more important than family.

The operation didn't end until the sun set and night fell. It lasted six hours, starting from the bright noon.