My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1859

It was late at night, yet there was a row of surgeons waiting outside the operating room.

They never complained even though they were working overtime in the middle of the night. However, Rosalie felt bad, so she announced that the overtime pay would be tripled tonight. There would also be an increase in everyone's bonus.

At the same time, she did not forget to order a lot of takeaways for the doctors’ supper.

On the other side, Mary carefully lifted her mother and lay her down on her stomach to begin the CT imaging.

Not long after, the new CT scans were handed to Rosalie.

At this time, Byron rushed over as well. He brought along the Greenbloom Needling Technique Manual.

"Don't worry, I've asked my parents to take care of the kids. Tonight, I’ll be here with you. You must be tired. I thought you'd need a pick-me-up."

Byron’s arrival boosted Rosalie's confidence. Her heavy heart eased a little, and she became more focused.

Byron brewed some tea and helped to cool it down for her.

However, Rosalie's attention was already attracted by the scans. The CT imaging done from the back was indeed clearer.

That dark spot was problematic, indeed!

That was not an ordinary scar. Images from several angles were stacked together, which formed a tiny oval mass.

"Sure enough, it's a tumor!" Rosalie found the root cause.

However, she could not be happy at all.

This small tumor grew on the aorta of the heart.

Almost no doctor would dare to perform surgery in such a location. No matter how careful one could be, blood vessels may burst at any time and cause massive bleeding!

Firm determination flashed across her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said to Mary, "I’ll do it. I'll do this surgery, and all the surgeons will cooperate. Mae, I'll be responsible for Aunt's fate!"

There was a heavy sadness in the voice.

Mary raised her eyes but kept shaking her head. "Rosie, you can’t put this pressure on yourself! This is not your responsibility! Rosie, I know you mean..."

Toward the end, her voice began to choke again.

Rosalie could not care about comforting her now. She drank a few sips of the tea, got up, walked out of the office, and rushed to the operating room.

Byron followed, so Rosalie asked for his help. "Byron, please help me take care of Mae. I'm afraid that she'll be too emotional and interfere with the surgery. She'll never be able to do this surgery. I have to do it!"

The man nodded heavily, admiring the woman's comprehensive consideration.

Indeed, if Mary lost control of her emotions, she might possibly prevent the operation.