"Please wait a little longer, Madame Pierre would like to see her husband again. And because the surgical plan has changed, I also need to re-prepare some things. Dr. Jones said. Jian Er shrugged her shoulders and didn't make a sound, anyway, your boss has the final say, and she will do it one by one.

It wasn't long before Madame Pierre followed the nurse in, and Jane was so acquainted that she was standing in order to facilitate the communication between the two of them, even though one of them was still unconscious.

"My dear ......" Madame Pierre stretched out her hand to touch her husband's face, but she stopped halfway through it, as if she were afraid of disturbing her husband's sleep, and as if she feared that if she touched it lightly, the person in front of her would be shattered like a mirror.

“EverynightinmydreamsIseeyou，Ifeelyou，ThatishowIknowyougoon，Faracrossthedistance，Andspacesbetweenus，YouhavecometoshowyougoonNear，far，whereveryouare…… (In every silent night's dream, I can see you, touch you, and be sure that you are still waiting, and through that long distance of time and space, you gently return to me, and tell me that you are still as obsessed as yesterday, near and far, or wherever you are...... ）”

The familiar and beautiful singing voice sounded from the mouth of Madame Pierre, which was the theme song of "Titanic" that year, and it was also one of Mr. Pierre's favorite songs. But the more you sang, the more you sobbed until Madame Pierre could no longer sing......

"My dear, do you remember? When you proposed to me, you said that you love me and are willing to give everything for me, and fulfilling my wish will be the goal of your life. You have kept your vows all these years......" Madame Pierre reached out and pressed her husband's finger on the wedding ring, and the fingertips of the rubber gloves ran lightly over the face of the ring, and then slowly raised her head and smiled beautifully at Monsieur Pierre.

This smile was the most irresistible thing for Monsieur Pierre, and whenever she showed it to her husband, no matter how capricious or unreasonable her request was, he would respond with a helpless and conniving expression.

"So, my dear, now I have one more request for you......" Madame Pierre held her husband's slightly cold hand tightly, "survive, survive strongly, for my sake there is still ......"

Madame Pierre's other hand slowly drooped down and rested it on her lower abdomen, "And our child, dear, I haven't told you that I'm pregnant...... I was going to tell you about it on your birthday. Yes, after all these 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 daddy, you would bathe our baby with your own hands, breastfeed, tell him or her bedtime stories......"

"You say you want a daughter, and you will treat her like a treasure and make her happy every day like a fairy tale princess. When she grows up, before her husband snatches your baby from the red carpet, you will definitely test him and beat him hard, just like my father and brothers did back then, this is the punishment for the little angel who snatched you......"

When she said this, Madame Pierre could not help but laugh with tears in her eyes, although she did not know exactly what had happened (because her husband and her father and brother had always kept it a strict secret), and she could imagine how much her husband resented her husband for the various obstacles he had received from his father-in-law and uncle when he pursued her.

"So, my dear, you must be well, whether it is for my wish or the promise you have made to our unborn child...... Neither I nor our children can lose you......" Madame Pierre's head slowly lowered, and she crouched down and pressed her face against the back of her husband's hand.

Looking at Madame Pierre's expression with a hint of despair, Jane raised her eyebrows.

How did this Mrs. Pierre behave as if her husband was about to be summoned by the Lord, Jane looked at Mr. Pierre who was lying motionless on the operating table with some confusion, although this one looked quite serious, but this is an emergency, and it is not one of those complicated chronic diseases, as long as it is dealt with well, this disease will come and go quickly, and it is much easier to cure than those chronic diseases, it is not a big deal.

Moreover, when Jane checked Mr. Pierre's pulse before, she found that although there were several bleeding wounds, fortunately they were not large, otherwise she would not have been able to stop them with these first aid injections. Now take the first aid injection away, block the bleeding place, and then remove the blood in the brain, or use the medicine to make it disperse, it's not that difficult, isn't it very difficult (Xiaohai: This is for you).

The only trouble was the spleen, because the wound had to be sutured, so it was not possible to do surgery. But even so, it's not too serious, it's like a life and death parting for this person, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?

"I'm sorry, Madame Pierre, but we're about to start the operation. "Dr. Jones had done all the preparations, and though he couldn't bear it, he had to remind Madame Pierre that it was time to leave.

"Promise me, my dear, that you will make it through. Gently reaching out and combing her husband's loose hair from his sideburns, Madame Pierre slowly stood up, "Excuse me, Dr. Jones." ”

"I'll definitely do my best. Dr. Jones didn't dare to say anything, after all, Mr. Eel's illness was too serious, so he could only deal with it by this dry official standard, "Rest assured, even if there is only a 1% success rate, as long as you choose treatment, I will give 100% of my efforts." ”

"So my husband has an 8 percent success rate, and you're going to give 800 percent to it, right?" asked Madame Pierre.

"Yes, 800 percent effort. Looking at Madame Pierre's pitiful pleading eyes, Dr. Jones nodded softly. (To be continued.) )