"Please wait a little longer. Mrs. Pierre wants to meet her husband again. And because the surgical plan has changed, I need to prepare some things again." Dr. Jones said. Jane shrugged and didn't say anything. Anyway, you guys have the final say, she's the only one to take action.

Not long after, Mrs. Pierre walked in with the nurse, and at this time, Jianer also consciously gave up where she was standing to facilitate the communication between Pierre and his wife, even if the party that was communicating was still in a coma.

"Dear..." Mrs. Pierre stretched out her hand and wanted to touch her husband's face, but she stopped halfway through her hand, as if she was afraid of disturbing her husband's sleep, and as if she was worried that as long as she touched her gently, the person in front of her would shatter like a mirror and a moon.

"EverynightinmydreamsIseeyou,Ifee1you, Thatisho Iknoyougoon,us,ear,far,hereeveryouare...(In every dream of a quiet night, I can see you and touch you, so I am sure that you are still waiting, traveling through the long distance of time and space, you gently return to me and tell me that you are still infatuated with yesterday, no matter where you are, no matter where you are...)"

The familiar and beautiful song sounded from Mrs. Pierre's mouth, which was the theme song of "Titanic" back then, and it was also Mr. Pierre's favorite song. However, the more she sang it, the heavier the sobs in the song became, until Mrs. Pierre could no longer sing...

"Dear, do you still remember? When you proposed to me, you said that you love me and are willing to give everything for me. The fulfillment of my wish will be the goal you strive for throughout your life. You have been following your vows for so many years..." Mrs. Pierre reached out and pressed her husband's finger wearing wedding rings, gently stroked the fingertips wearing rubber gloves on the ring surface, then slowly raised her head and showed a beautiful smile at Mr. Pierre.

This smile is the most irresistible thing that Mr. Pierre can't resist. Whenever she shows this smile to her husband, no matter how willful or unreasonable the request she makes, her husband will respond with a helpless and indulgent expression.

"So, my dear, I will make another request to you..." Mrs. Pierre held her husband's slightly cold hand tightly, "Surviving, living strongly, for me..."

Mrs. Pierre's other hand slowly drooped down and stroked her lower abdomen, "And our baby, my dear, I haven't told you that I'm pregnant yet... I was going to tell you on your birthday. Yes, after so many years, I'm finally pregnant. Haven't you been looking forward to the arrival of our little angel? You said you would be the coolest dad, you would bathe our baby, feed him, tell him or her bedtime stories..."

"You said you want a daughter, you will treat her as a treasure, and make her happy every day like a princess in a fairy tale. When she grows up, before her husband snatches your baby from the red carpet, you will definitely give him a lot of tests and beat him up, just like what my father and brothers did back then, this is a punishment for him snatching your little angel..."

When she talked about this, Mrs. Pierre couldn't help laughing with tears, although she didn't know the specific process (because both her husband and her father and brother kept it strictly confidential to her) with this alone, she could imagine how resentful her husband was about the various obstacles she suffered when she pursued her, and her father-in-law and uncle.

"So, my dear, whether it is for my wish or the promise you made to our unborn children, you must be well..., I and our children cannot lose you..." Mrs. Pierre's head slowly lowered, squatted down, and pressed her face against the back of her husband's hand.

Looking at Mrs. Pierre's expression of despair, Jane raised her eyebrows.

What's going on? Why does this Mrs. Pierre's behavior seem to be her husband being called by the master soon? Jane looked at Mr. Pierre, who was lying motionless on the operating bed with some confusion. Although this person looked quite serious, it was an emergency, not those complicated chronic diseases. As long as it was handled well, this disease would come and go quickly, which was much easier to treat than those chronic diseases. It was no big deal.

Moreover, when Jian'er checked Mr. Pierre's pulse, he found that although there were several bleeding holes, fortunately they were not big, otherwise her first aid injection would not be cured. Now, just remove the first aid injection, block the bleeding area, and then deduct the blood in the brain, or use medicine to make it dissipate. It's not very difficult (Xiao Hai: This is for you).

The only troublesome thing is that the spleen is hidden, because the wound must be sutured, so it cannot be performed without surgery. But even so, it is not too serious. It seems that it is about to be separated from one's life and death immediately. There is no need to exaggerate it, right?

"Sorry, Mrs. Pierre, we are about to start the surgery." Dr. Jones has already made all the preparations here. Although he is a little reluctant, he has to remind Mrs. Pierre that it is time to leave.

"Dear, promise me that you must survive." He stretched out his hand gently and tidied his husband's scattered head at his sideburns. Mrs. Pierre stood up slowly, "Please trouble you, Dr. Jones."

"I will definitely do my best." Dr. Jones dared not agree. After all, Mr. El's condition is too serious, so he can only respond according to the dry official standard. "Please rest assured that even if there is only one percent success rate, as long as you choose treatment, I will make this 100% effort for some."

"So my husband has an 8% success rate, and you'll put in an 800% effort for it, right?" asked Mrs. Pierre.
Chapter completed!