Sebastian listened with a grim, hard expression.
The doctor pressed on: "But the current reality is that Ms. Ramirez is out of time. She's hit the absolute limit of her waiting period. The transplant has to happen now."
Sebastian remained completely silent.
The doctor was forcing him into an impossible corner.
Under these circumstances, making a choice felt akin to a death sentence.
"How long can we delay it?" Sebastian finally asked, his voice deadpan.
"Two, maybe three days max," the doctor replied.
Sebastian issued a sharp command: "Stall the surgery."
"Understood," the doctor agreed without hesitation.
Sebastian ended the call, practically throwing his car door open, and sprinted straight toward the operating rooms.
At the very least, he had to wait until his child's surgery was over.
It was a matter of basic human decency.
Otherwise, Helena would truly have nothing left to live for.
And that child had to survive this procedure.
With a dark, stormy expression, Sebastian couldn't even calculate their odds of pulling through.
Moments later, he spotted Helena outside the operating room doors.
She looked terrifyingly frail, swaying on her feet like she might collapse at any second.
A nearby nurse was trying to coax her into sitting down, but Helena aggressively refused to budge.
The nurse let out a visible sigh of relief the moment she saw Sebastian approach.
Without bothering with pleasantries, Sebastian locked his gaze on Helena.
"Go back and get some rest. This surgery isn't going to end anytime soon. Standing out here like this is only going to destroy your own body," he stated bluntly.
Helena couldn't find the strength to argue.
She just stared at him with dead, hollow eyes. "Is it true the success rate is almost zero?"
"Trust me," Sebastian said, his tone unwavering.
Helena thought about how, in the past, if Sebastian had looked at her with such conviction.
She was shoved into the secluded room.
Given her hysterical state, a doctor was brought in to administer a sedative, terrified her distress would cause a physical relapse.
Under the heavy fog of the medication, Helena collapsed onto the bed, drifting into a restless stupor.
Once he was certain she was incapacitated, Sebastian turned and walked out to demand a detailed briefing.
The sudden, violent crash in Hope's condition made zero sense.
When he had checked in that morning, all her vitals were stable.
Then, she just plummeted toward death.
Sebastian's gut screamed that foul play was involved, but he lacked a shred of concrete evidence.
Soon, the heavy silence settled over The Resting Room.
Whether her body was fighting the sedative or pure adrenaline was kicking in, Helena found her mind slowly clawing its way back to consciousness in the quiet room.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway outside.
Followed by the distinct, rattling sound of a medical cart.

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