"No," Brian said, quickly regaining his calmness. The door closed shut and Molly was out of his sight.
His falcon-like eyes squinted slightly, which were deep and gloomy as an ancient well. "It won't make
any sense to go on investigating," he added. His opponent was a clever one, being able to pull off a
stunt without leaving any evidence - thus, many preparations must be done in advance. Not many
people could manage such a feat in a critical moment, or erase all doubts in a short amount of time. He
knew Becky wasn't capable of doing that. He had to believe her even if he didn't want to.
The room became tense and filled with distress. Meanwhile, outside the suite Molly could hardly
support her body. She had to brace her arms and hands against the wall to prevent herself from falling.
She still had a way to go to reach Mark's hospital room.
When she stopped in her tracks to temporarily rest her frail and weak body, she heard what Brian's
emotionally distant voice said. Her eyes instantly welled with tears and she truly felt miserable. She
braced her arms against the wall again and continued to Mark's room. She couldn't believe it. Even
though there were enough evidences that could prove the accusations towards Becky, he still chose to
believe in Becky. Even if Becky had done all of those things, he still wouldn't call her to account.
Molly gritted her teeth, trying to prevent her teardrops from falling. She continued trudging towards
Mark's hospital room, her hands still bracing the wall for support. Finally, she reached the door and
gently twisted the knob open.
The room was quiet save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Shirley and Richie were inside,
watching over Mark's sleeping form. When Molly entered, Shirley immediately went to wrap her arms
around Molly's frame in a friendly hug and asked, "Little Molly, are you feeling better now? Why don't
you rest some more? Don't worry, Richie and I will be here with Mark."
Molly looked at Shirley with unreadable eyes and tried her best to put a smile on her face. She looked
at Shirley and said in an impassive voice, "I'm worried about Mark…"
"Dr. Fan and Elias did a checkup on Mark awhile ago, and they gave him an injection shot to dilute the
vitamin C," Shirley said reassuringly, and glanced back at Mark. "He woke up a while ago and then fell
asleep again. Dr. Fan said that currently Mark is likely to be drowsy, but there is nothing serious as of
now."
Upon hearing that, Molly felt a dull pain in her forehead and she blinked. This news was probably the
only thing that could comfort her at the moment. She sighed. Her whole body was still stiff but she was
thankful for Mark's situation for now.
After treatment for three days, the amount of vitamin C in Mark's body finally met the requirement for
an operation. The operation required a rather delicate intracranial tumor resection surgery, but Dr. Fan,
who specialized in neurosurgery, would absolutely manage. Dr. Young was there as Dr. Fan's assistant,
and even the deputy director of the hospital was there to provide second assistance. They were a
strong team of doctors, and nothing was allowed to go wrong in the operation.
A crew of nurses came to Mark's room to wheel him off to a stretcher and prepare him for surgery. After
that they brought him to the operating room and laid his body on the cold metal of the steel table. Dr.
Fan was standing by the head of the operation table. Mark's hair had been shaved off, and his bare
head was in the light. Dr. Fan marked a section on his head to perform the operation.
Meanwhile, Mark's visitors were outside in the operating room's waiting area. The air among them was
even more tense than the operating room itself. Molly was standing by the door. Shirley wanted to
accompany her, but was stopped by Richie. He gestured to Shirley with his eyes, subtly giving a hint.
Shirley realized in understanding and looked at Brian, who was suddenly there in front of Richie, his
eyes transfixed on Molly. Eric was standing across them, and they were all facing each other in a
triangle.
Shirley frowned a bit. She briefly remembered the day the three of them returning from outside the
hospital and that felt odd. Brian had walked to the door and gathered little Molly in his arms. Shirley had
seen this and quietly walked in their direction and asked Brian questions that she had been thinking
about. He hadn't bothered answering any of them. Later, Eric had joined them too. Fury had been
written all over his face but he hadn't said anything. Molly had been silent as well, so Shirley had no
idea what had happened that day. She had tried investigating on her own to get to the bottom of things,
but Richie did not allow her.
Shirley could only sigh and wait quietly, which she did.
A few hours had passed. People across the hall came and went, but it still felt like forever in waiting. It
was an agony for them but there really was nothing to do but wait. Meanwhile inside the operating
room, the surgery proceeded intensely but in an orderly manner. They had been working on Mark's
body for a few hours now, but none of the people milling about the operating table had any difficulties
as they were highly trained. However, some conditions of Mark's body made the operation a bit
troublesome.
Just after a little while, the nurse spoke up, "Dr. Fan, Mark's blood pressure is dropping sharply…" She
said quickly upon seeing the blood pressure monitor displaying the dropping numbers.
Dr. Fan glanced slightly at the monitor, still composed as ever. His hands deftly continued the operation
while he looked at the micro-display screen. At the same time, he calmly ordered, "Report his blood
pressure every thirty seconds."
The nurse complied, her eyes fixed on the monitor and doing as Dr. Fan instructed. Mark's low blood
pressure made operating on his body a little more complicated. Everyone in the room had their hearts
in their throats as Mark's blood pressure continued dropping even lower. Everyone in the room went
desperate when the numbers dropped to the minimum value allowed for the operation, even the
indifferent Dr. Fan, who then clamped a tumor down using the forceps, which was about the size of a
third of a fingernail. He put it on the tray the nurse held out.
"His blood pressure is rising again!" the nurse reported, sounding relieved.
Dr. Fan stayed cool and collected despite the extremely delicate state of the operation. He then said in
an emotionless voice, "Dr. young, please take over."
Dr. Young took over and did the remaining standard follow-up work after surgery. Dr. Fan still remained
by the operating table's side as Dr. Young proceeded with his work. He placed a stethoscope on Mark's
chest where his heart was.
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