Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 247

The situation in the corridor was in a mess. Almost everyone in the Godfrey family rushed forward and surrounded Helen. "Aunt Helen", "Aunt", "Grandma", "Mom", everyone shouted in a disorderly way.

Everleigh was stopped by Christopher. "There's first aid in the hotel. This is not your business."

Even if Helen was a VIP patient of hers, it was the holidays and she was off duty. It was understandable if she didn't care, let alone after what had happened just now.

However, she was not this kind of person. "It's the same thing. We are doctors."

After saying that, she broke free from Christopher's hand and went straight ahead.

"What are you trying to do?" Madison was sharp- eyed. At the sight of Everleigh, she immediately pointed at her and cursed, "It's all your fault. If anything bad happens to Mom, I want you to..."

"What do you want me to do?" Before Madison could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Everleigh's cold voice. "Do you want me, or the entire Trevino family, to attend the funeral?" "You..." Madison trembled with anger. "Are you cursing her?"

Everleigh didn't want to talk nonsense with her. She glanced at everyone and said, "All of you get out of the way if you don't want Madam Scott to die. If we miss the best rescue time, no one can save her anymore."

It was rare for her to speak so harshly like this. Everyone was shocked and retreated one after another.

Saying nothing, Everleigh rolled up her sleeves and went forward. She took Helen from the butler's arms, laid her flat on the ground, and unbuttoned Helen's collar...

On the other side, Christopher had quickly ordered the staff of the hotel to arrange an ambulance and a stretcher to take her to the hospital.

It was deep in the night, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, as if a cigarette butt had burned a hole in a piece of black cloth. Occasionally, it made people wonder whether the world beyond the curtain of night was real or not.

In the operating room of the city hospital, the surgical light was bright.

"The patient has a heart arrest. We must operate her as soon as possible."

"Go and ask the family members to sign the approval."

Everleigh was wearing a green sterile suit. She took the operation form from the nurse and looked at it. Christopher's voice came from the side. "I'll go. I'll be the main surgeon. Go and contact the warehouse."

From the hotel to the hospital, even to the operating room, Christopher accompanied them all the way.

After such a thing happened, it was indeed not suitable for Everleigh to be the main surgeon. If there was any accident, the Godfrey family would push all the blame onto her, even if she was not at fault. With such a high-risk surgery, Helen was so old that it was impossible to guarantee success.

Everleigh held the operation form, stayed silent for a while, then handed it to him.

Christopher took off his mask and walked out of the operating room. She stayed in the same place for a while. Then, she ordered the assistant to contact the warehouse and deliver the donor there.

Helen's heart had been successfully matched a month ago. The patient was a brain-dead patient. If an ordinary brain- dead patient couldn't be cured in a month after he was diagnosed, he would die soon if there wasn't any assistance from any instruments.

When the matching was completed, the hospital had already prepared a plan for the Godfrey family's heart transplant surgery. However, Helen was too old, and it was indeed difficult to make this decision.

But at this point, there was no other way except surgery.

In the hallway, Theodore had been standing outside the door the entire time. His already haggard face seemed to have aged ten years overnight. However, his haggard appearance was no match for his father, Wilson, who had just arrived.

As soon as Christopher came out, he saw the people from the Godfrey family standing at the door. Wilson, Yvonne, Loraine, Hansen, Madison and Theodore...

Helen's illness made everyone in the Godfrey family, who was unlikely to appear on the same occasion, arrive at once.

"Is there no one else?"

"Of course there is." Christopher's tone was like deliberately keeping Madison hanging. Under the angry eyes of the other party, he dropped a sentence unhurriedly, "In addition to Dr. Harrison, the one who has the most surgical experience in the city hospital is his proud student, Everleigh."

Hearing this name, she staggered half a step back, and her face was pale. It seemed that she could not accept the reality.

Life sometimes can be so ironic. The person she had hurt previously had become the person who would save lives one day. Whether she was willing to or not, she would have a guilty conscience and dared not trust her anymore.

"Then please do it, Dr. Meyer." It was Wilson who spoke. He had not spoken ever since he arrived at the hospital. On the way here, Yvonne had told him everything that had happened in the hotel.

This man, who abandoned his wife for the sake of his "true love" and left the Godfrey family for 20 years, was still graceful. Even at the moment of his own mother's illness, there was not much anxiety on his face. He looked calm and composed, as if nothing could affect him.

"I think it should be done this way too. After all, you won't feel at ease if it was Dr. Trevino who operates." Christopher didn't have to say this, but he had to say it to mock them.

'To gauge the heart of a gentleman's with one’ s own mean measure'. This saying seemed as if it was made for the Godfrey family.

Theodore held the surgical consent form in his hand for a long time. His voice sounded troubled, as if it came from another world. "What is the success rate of the surgery?"

"Forty percent."

Although heart transplant surgery had been in practice for quite long, considering Helen's age, as well as her diet and rejection reaction after the surgery, it was not an exaggeration to say that the success rate was 40%.

Theodore signed the form. When he held the pen, the veins on the back of his hand bulged. It took him a long time to finish writing his name. When he handed it to Christopher, his tone was very dull. He said word by word, "Please, let her be the main surgeon."