Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Having Mental Issues

The nurses sprang into action instantly.

Before long, the surgeon’s urgent voice cut through the tension again.

“Heart rate is dropping. Blood pressure is too low. Prepare the defibrillator!”

As he shouted, he began rapid chest compressions, fighting to restart Damian’s heart.

The tense struggle dragged on inside the operating room for another hour or two, yet the red light above the doors remained ominously lit.

Weston and Lucas felt their hearts lodged firmly in their throats, a sensation of anxiety more suffocating than they had ever known.

Just then, a young nurse hurried out. Weston rushed to intercept her, his voice tight. “Excuse me, how is the patient doing?”

She let out a long, weary sigh and shook her head. “It doesn’t look good. The surgery is proving difficult, and the hemorrhaging was severe. We are doing everything possible to resuscitate him.”

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He grabbed the nurse’s wrist and roared, “I don’t care what methods you use! You have to save him! He can’t die, or I’ll have the entire hospital buried with him!”

“Sir, you’re hurting me!” The nurse’s face turned paper–white under the assault of his murderous aura, her voice trembling violently. “Let me go! I have work to do!”

“Lucas! This is a hospital!” Weston stepped in just in time, yanking him back. He turned to the terrified nurse and apologized, “I’m so sorry. My friend has mental issues. Please don’t take a word he said to heart.”

“Oh, it’s a mental issue? I guess I can forgive him then. I need to go get a blood bag.” As soon as the words were out, the nurse sprinted away like a frightened rabbit.

“Weston, who the hell is having mental issues?” Lucas shook off Weston’s hand, his face twisted in indignation.

Weston took a deep breath, stepped over, and patted Lucas on the shoulder. “Lucas, I know you’re on edge. We’re all worried about Damian. But losing your cool now won’t help. Trust me, the doctors are doing their best. Damian will be fine.”

“Really?” Lucas looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice a hoarse, weak whisper. “It’s been so long… the surgery still isn’t over. I’m really scared…”

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Time ticked away agonizingly. Another two hours passed before the operating room doors finally swung open.

A weary–looking doctor stepped out.

The moment they saw him, Weston and Lucas dashed forward, grabbing the doctor’s arms in desperation. “Doctor, how is he? Is he okay?”

The doctor let out a long, exhausted sigh, his expression finally softening.

“Gentlemen, rest easy. The surgery was a success. We extracted the dagger, stopped the bleeding, and closed the wound. He’s out of critical condition. However, the hemorrhage sent him into shock, so his body is very weak. He’ll be moved to the ICU for monitoring. Once he wakes up, we can transfer him to a regular

ward.”

The tension finally drained from their bodies, the heavy weight in their chests lifting.

Lucas‘ knees gave out, and he nearly collapsed.

Weston caught him just in time, then turned to the doctor with immense gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor. You’ve worked hard. I will be donating 500 million to the hospital as a special charitable fund for your efforts.”

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Clearly, the man inside was someone of extraordinary status, raised with a distinct air of nobility and luxury.

The doctor offered a polite, exhausted smile. “You are way too kind. Saving lives is our job.”

“The patient is still unconscious. You can watch him through the ICU window, but you can’t go inside. We will notify you the moment he wakes up.‘

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