Chapter 102 Don’t Hate Me
Emelle performed CPR on Greta continuously for five minutes and finally saw her frown slightly.
Emelle immediately leaned down to listen to her heartbeat and found that it had returned, and she was breathing again.
Overjoyed, she called out urgently, “Mom! Mom!”
Greta didn’t wake up, so Emelle continued to perform CPR on her.
Shortly after, the ambulance arrived outside the alloy.
The paramedics lifted Greta onto a stretcher and rushed her to the hospital.
She was taken directly to the emergency room. Emelie and Ronan were blocked from entering
The sudden turn of events left Ronan weak in the legs. He sat down on the ground with a worried expression.
Compared to him, Emelie was much calmer. She walked over to Ronan and paused before helping him to a chair.
Then, she headed to a vending machine, bought two bottles of water, and offered one to him.
Ronan didn’t drink it. He just held it tightly in his hand, but he seemed to have calmed down.
Emelie asked directly, “What’s wrong with Mom? Is it a heart problem?
Roman closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Yes, it was diagnosed six months ago.
“The doctor said it was too late to treat, and the only option now is to have heart transplant surgery.”
It was already too severe.
Emelie felt her throat become parched and sore.
She opened the bottle of mineral water and drank half of it before sitting down on the chair in silence.
Ronan glanced at her several times. He wanted to say something but hesitated
Emelie was only concerned about Greta in the operating room at the moment and didn’t want to say anything more.
After two hours of silence, the doors to the operating room swung open. Emelie hurried forward. “Doctor, how’s my
y mom?
The doctor said, “There’s no longer an imminent danger. But Mr. Hoven, as we’ve told you before, the patient needs to undergo heart transplant surgery.
“We can’t guarantee that she’ll survive the next cardiac arrest.”
Ronan parted his lips but couldn’t speak.
He also wanted to save Greta, but the surgery y cost was like a mountain weighing on his back.
Emelie looked at him before turning to the doctor. “How much does such a surgery cost?”
“The surgery, along with some consumables, will cost about 15 million dollars.”
Emelle felt a slight relief. She had that amount in her savings and could afford the surgery.
We can afford the surgery. When can it be scheduled?” Emelie asked.
The doctor looked at her. “You’re the patient’s
“Daughter.”
Noticing that Emelie was the one with the authority to make decisions, the doctor tumed to her. “We can’t do it now.
“The most difficult part of this surgery is finding a donor. The only legal way to obtain a donor is through the
e matching database. The hearts in the database were all voluntarily donated by deceased individuals.
“It’s very difficult to find a match. Some patients don’t even get a suitable heart until they pass away.
“For now, all you can do is wait. There’s no other shortcut.”
Emelie frowned.
The doctor continued, “The patient’s information has already been registered in the database.
“If a suitable donor appears, the platform will contact Mr. Hoven immediately.”
Emele shook her head. “Contact me.”
“You can go with the nurse to update the information.” The doctor reiterated, “The patient
it can only take medication to control the condition
for now.
Chapter 102 Don’t Hate Me
“Remember, she must not get emotionally excited or overworked.”
Emelie understood. “Thank you, doctor.”
Greta woke up in the evening.
Emelie sat by her bedside. The orange sunset outside the window outlined her profile.
Greta’s breathing was rapid, and the oxygen mask was covered with a layer of mist. “Em… Emelie…”
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Emelie immediately held her hand, leaned over to her, and whispered, “The doctor said you mustn’t get worked up now. Take it easy.”
I heard your voice. I thought I heard wrongly.” Tears fell from Greta’s eyes and slid into her slightly gray hair.
Emelie remembered that when she left home, Greta didn’t have gray hair.
Greta probably heard her voice when her heartbeat returned.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I didn’t change my phone number.”
Emelie adjusted the blanket. Greta, who was in her hospital gown, looked much thinner.
Greta shook her head. She held Emelie’s hand tightly with a painful expression.
“How could I tell you? We’ve wronged you….
“Emelie, we had no choice back then. We were desperate and had to agree to their demands. “We know we were wrong. I’m sorry… Don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me..”