Chapter 930: A Difficult Choice

Looking at the two doctors who came to the side and muttered, Madame Pierre's heart was extremely complicated. I hope they will say it sooner so that they can return to the operating room to save their husbands sooner, but I also hope that they will say it in more detail so that they will not miss anything and end up causing their husbands to suffer more.

But it didn't take long for Dr. Jones to return.

"Madame Pierre. ”

"Yes. Madame Pierre looked apprehensively at Dr. Jones's apparently unpleasant look, and a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart, and she tightened her hand, feeling that her palm was already cold.

"About Mr. Pierre's condition......" Looking at Mrs. Pierre's expectant eyes, even Dr. Jones, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, was a little unbearable.

"Dr. Jones, you don't have to tell me about those surgical options or anything, I can see that you've worked hard, but I still don't understand it, so it won't help me much. Madame Pierre tried to make herself strong, "I just want to know what my husband's success rate really is." ”

"This ......," Dr. Jones hesitated for a moment.

"Please don't shy away from it, I just want to know the truth. Struggling to push back the tears that had already welled up in her eyes, Madame Pierre asked earnestly.

"If you look at the physical data that Mr. Pierre has shown before, the success rate of the operation is only ......," Dr. Jones said, with some slurification.

"How much?" asked Madame Pierre.

"Eight percent. Dr. Jones gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"What?!!How could it be?!" Madame Pierre could not believe her ears, although she had expected that her husband might be worse than before, but she did not expect that it would be ......

God, why are you tormenting my husband so much! Madame Pierre's tears could not be controlled anymore, and the previous success rate of 35 percent had already frightened her, but she did not think that in less than ten minutes, this 35 percent had actually dropped to a pitiful less than 10 percent.

"I'm sorry, I wonder if there's something wrong with my ears, I heard that the success rate of the operation is only 8 percent, I must be hallucinating, right?" asked Madame Pierre, who suddenly forced a smile, instinctively refusing to believe what she had just heard.

"You heard it right. Dr. Jones looked at the elegant lady in front of him with an unbearable look on his face, but he had to shatter her illusions.

So now you have two options. No matter how unbearable it is, Dr. Jones has to say what he has to say, "First, if you give up treatment, I will inject Monsieur Pierre with a cardiac injection to bring him to his senses, and then you can say as soon as you have anything to say." ”

"Oh, ......no," Madame Pierre covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously, knowing full well that if she chose to do so, she would be giving up on her husband's treatment, and that once the effects of the booster had passed, it would be the time of her husband's death.

"Or you may choose to continue with the treatment, but I must warn you that the success rate of this operation is extremely low, and there is a high probability that Monsieur Pierre will not be able to get off the operating table, and you may not even be able to say the last words to Mr. Pierre. "Of course, if you choose to continue with the treatment, I will do my best to treat Mr. Pierre, regardless of the final outcome." ”

"Other doctors...... Although she knew that her words were very offensive, Madame Pierre could not help but ask.

"It's the same. At this time, Dr. Brown walked over with a book jacket in his hand, "You must know that Dr. Jones is not only the top brain surgeon in our XXX Hospital, but also the number one in the entire F country, if you insist on saying that there are no doctors who are better than Dr. Jones, but they are also limited." Moreover, this far water could not quench the thirst of the near, and with Monsieur Pierre's physical condition, he would never be able to withstand that time. ”

"This is a form of consent, no matter which option you make, please do so as soon as possible. Dr. Brown knew he was cruel, but the reality was that Madame Pierre could no longer think about it, that time was money, and that time was life here.

"I ......," Mrs. Pierre took the papers from Dr. Brown's hand with trembling hands, but could not utter a word.

"Your decision, Madame Pierre. Dr. Jones asked.

"I, I'm ......" Madame Pierre hugged the folder tightly, her mouth opened several times but she couldn't speak, how did she make such a difficult choice?!

"Make a decision as soon as possible, Madame Pierre, for you must know that Monsieur Pierre cannot wait. Dr. Jones urged again.

"Rule!" said Mrs. Pierre, who suddenly held the book folder in her arms, and at last made up her mind, "but before then, can I ask you one more thing?"

You say. Dr. Jones nodded in response.

"May I go in and see my husband again?" said Madame Pierre, with a begging look.

"This ......"

"Please," begged Madame Pierre again, "I just want to look at my husband again, and sing him another song, and tell him that I love him, and that I will always be there for him." ”

"Dr. Brown won't let her in?" Dr. Jones finally relented, "Sometimes love works wonders. ”

"Do a good job of sterilization, and Madame Pierre has to come out as soon as the operation begins. Dr. Brown frowned, not to mention that such a miracle as Dr. Jones had said had indeed happened, and even if it hadn't, how could he not have considered and facilitated the request made by one of the largest sponsors of their hospital.

"Oh, thank you so much, both of you, Dr. Jones and Dr. Brown. Madame Pierre's face was full of gratitude.

"Alright, Madame Pierre, you and the nurse should get ready, and I'm going to go in and get ready for the operation. Dr. Jones said.

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"How's it going? Can you get the needle?" asked Jane a little impatiently when Dr. Jones came in.

God testifies, staying in this place, Jian'er feels that it is all kinds of awkwardness, not to mention the other medical workers in the operating room who always can't help but glance at her with curious eyes, even the ill-fitting clothes that Jian'er is wearing now really makes her very uncomfortable. Seeing that Dr. Jones had finally come in again, Jane felt a sense of relief. (To be continued.) )