Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 599 The Much Awaited Operation (Part Three)

"The operation is done, let me just suture the wounds," Dr. Young said. The hospital's deputy director handed him the tools from a metal tray and he began the suturing process. Suddenly, Dr. Fan's stressed voice spoke out, "Wait a minute!"

Dr. Young immediately stopped what he was doing. Everyone in the operating room turned to look at Dr. Fan, who frantically said, "Something is wrong with his heart!" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"His blood pressure is dropping drastically!" the nurse cried in shock.

Dr. Fan frowned. He gestured to Dr. Young to exchange positions with him. Moving to the operating table, he began to perform a check-up and then said, "Intracranial hemorrhage!"

Everyone in the room blanched upon hearing Dr. Fan's diagnosis. On second thought however, they could not help but feel grateful that the hemorrhage was discovered before suturing. Otherwise, not only would Mark's body fail to endure a second craniotomy operation, but it might be too late to remove the hemorrhage as well.

Opposite the operating room's walls, people outside of it had no idea about the nerve-racking situation happening inside. They could only do so much as wait. Like a knife, time kept cutting everybody's heart in pieces repeatedly as the hours rolled by. Molly felt like a century had passed, and during that century, she nearly used all her strength to stare at the glowing sign "In Operation" on top of the operating room's doors.

A male voice cut through the tense silence. "Molly…" Brian said softly as he strode to her, arms outstretched seeking to embrace--but Molly turned away slightly, as if she felt what he was going to do. Brian's arms paused in mid-air, sensing her hesitation. With bitterness etched on his thin lips, he receded slowly. He just stood by her side to watch over her, feeling that she would collapse at any minute.

At that moment, Molly didn't think of anything except Mark. She only cared about her son.

Tap tap tap…

The sound of hasty footsteps suddenly coming broke the silence at the corridor, alerting everyone in the waiting area. Everyone instinctively looked to where the sound was coming from. They could sense two people getting nearer, but could not recognize them because of the hallway's rather overly bright lighting.

It was a general rule that not everyone could enter this floor because it was in the hospital wing for the exclusive surgery departments.

"Mol!" a soothing voice came from one of the two visitors and everyone now saw who came. "How is Mark now?"

When Molly heard the familiar voice, she turned her head slowly, seeing Spark who she hadn't seen for half a month. He looked gaunt and dispirited. Looking at him like this made the middle of her forehead throb again in dull pain. "Spark, Mark is undergoing an operation," she said as calmly as she could.

The air around them instantly felt strange. Everyone was looking at Molly and Spark, however Spark didn't find anything unusual - but then again, his attention was focused on Mark. Worry was written all over his exhausted looking face, and with a frown he said, "I came here as soon as I heard that Mark was ill. How could it be? Isn't he healthy as before?"

Molly just shook her head. She didn't want to say anything at this moment. Three hours had passed, but still nothing came out of the operating room. Molly's mind was going chaotic with all kinds of crazy thoughts about what was happening in the surgery.

"Mark will be okay," Spark said, trying to comfort her despite feeling somber himself. "He already overcame the most difficult thing ever before, how could he give up now?" he said in the best

encouraging voice he could muster.

Molly looked at him with tear-filled eyes. She knew that he was referring to the traumatic moment Mark did not cry out when he had just been born. The middle of her forehead was still sore. She felt she would have a migraine soon with all the stress about the surgery. "Hmm…" she murmured, biting her lips tightly and nodding in agreement.

Spark pressed his lips in a thin line and looked at Molly with determined eyes, as if he was encouraging her to be strong. He waited too and just stood there with her in silence. It seemed that all this time, he forgot Brian was with them, standing on the other side of the corridor.

Brian's perfectly sculpted face wore a mask of indifference, but his sorrowful black eyes were seemingly filled with rolling storms, keeping the others away from him.

Shirley looked at Brian and then at Richie. Richie was really aloof. He never showed his emotions on his face except to Shirley, like an expert poker player secretively dealing his cards. Nobody could read or even guess what he was thinking.

The hour hand continued moving in its routine circles as they waited. Inside the operating room, the tension died down a bit as Dr. Fan performed the suturing by himself. Everyone inside were calmer now, but they couldn't help but feel sad at the same time.

"Send Mark to the ICU," Dr. Fan finally said.

The lamp signage on top of the operating doors went off as the wheeled stretcher carrying Mark's resting body was pulled out to proceed to the ICU. The team of doctors went out as well. Everyone waiting outside saw the scene and with held breaths, they waited for the news.

"M-Mark... Hey, Mark..." Molly was too stressed to even complete a sentence while looking at Dr. Fan.

Dr. Fan was calm but he looked distraught and exhausted. He took off his mask, his expression anything but relaxed. "Mark's intracranial tumor was removed successfully, but recurrence is still possible," he said. When everybody's faces were just as agitated, he added, "In addition, you should mentally prepare yourselves for another thing... Mark has congenital heart disease, which has incubated before if you have not been notified and was triggered by this operation. I'm afraid that it would be more troublesome than the tumor." Nobody among them could say a word upon hearing the bad news.

When Molly felt her body was about to collapse, she instinctively grasped Spark's arm for support. Dr. Fan elaborated more about Mark's condition, explaining all that had happened was due to the excessive amounts of vitamin C in Mark's body.

It was now late at night when the operation and the discussion about Mark's condition ended. Molly looked at Mark who was almost covered by a variety of medical instruments from the windows of the ICU, her hands resting on the cool glass. The sight made Molly's heart ache.

"Molly, Mark will be okay..." said Spark. It was late but he hadn't left yet. In such a stressful moment, nobody was in the mood to think about how he had gotten the news or even entered the VIP floor of the hospital.

Molly remained silent and did not respond. She could not think about anything else besides Mark. She looked at him sadly behind the glass windows of the ICU.