Harry’s result turned out just as Hattie had expected. He signed the surgery agreement, and the surgery took place half a month later. On the day of the surgery, Harry was put under anesthesia and fell into a deep sleep, with no response from his entire body.
Micah took the scalpel. In addition to other medical staff present in the operating room, Hattie was there. Her hand was unable to hold the scalpel, so she could only observe the entire surgical process from the side and speak up when necessary.
With Hattie’s participation and Harry’s cooperation, the entire surgery was quite successful.
He was then taken to the observation room, and once Harry woke up, he would be fine.
The anesthesia felt like entering a deep sleep. It had been a long time since Harry had slept so well. He wished he could continue to sleep like this.
When he woke up again 24 hours later, medical staff had been by his side the entire time, monitoring and looking out for any adverse reactions. He would have to stay in the hospital for at least a month, to see if there were any negative side effects.
Harry had also thought about the possibility of dying on the operating table. He didn’t know if it was Micah’s skill as a surgeon or his own strong vitality, but the fact was, he had survived.
He had been diagnosed with brain cancer when he didn’t want to die. Now that he wanted to die, he had been cured.
Life seemed to be like that, constantly defying expectations, repeating in circles.
In the hospital room, a nurse who had been watching him gave him a glass of warm water to drink to soothe his throat after waking up.
“Mr. Stewart, do you feel any discomfort in particular?”
Harry instinctively wanted to shake his head. At that moment, his head felt heavy, as if it were full of water frozen into ice. He couldn’t move, his entire body was stiff, and suddenly there would be a wave of dizziness, making him feel like he might throw up.
The nurse said all of this was normal because his brain had been operated on. When he woke up, there would definitely be many adverse reactions, but with time and rest, things would get better.
When Harry was finally able to speak, his first question was, “Who was present during the surgery?”
Even though he had been under deep anesthesia, he had sensed Hattie’s presence, as if she were right by his side.
“It was only Dr. Micah and other medical staff. There were quite a few doctors in the operating room, all to prevent any sudden accidents, as brain cancer surgery is quite dangerous.”
“Were there any female doctors?” Harry asked, staring at the nurse in front of him.
The nurse shook her head. “The ones who performed the surgery were all male doctors. There weren’t any female doctors involved.”
I see…
The nurse watched the light in Harry’s eyes dim little by little, like the last remaining ashes of a blown-out candle that would not ignite again.
Harry closed his eyes, still feeling dazed, the arc of his lips filled with indescribable bitterness.
Yes, what was he thinking? Hattie was already dead, and even if she were alive, how could she have possibly watched him during the surgery? He hadn’t forgotten that Hattie’s hand, with the severed finger, could no longer hold a scalpel, and that was related to him.
So it was all just his illusion. After Micah performed the surgery on Harry, he had disappeared. During that time, Harry had asked the nurse if he could see Micah.
But in the end, he learned that Micah had already left the country and had anticipated Harry’s desire to see him. He had instructed the nurse to pass on a message.
“Dr. Baker said that he doesn’t want to see you anymore. Being operated on was the greatest mercy he could offer, and he could have stabbed you instead. You’re lucky he didn’t.” The nurse delivered this message with some concern, speaking cautiously.
Her concern was completely unnecessary. Harry had already endured the greatest shock, so how could he be afraid of these things?
However, this did fit Micah’s style. He had long hoped for Harry’s death. If it weren’t for Hattie, he wouldn’t have saved him at all.
Looking out the window, Harry murmured, “I’d prefer for him to stab me and kill me.”
The nurse had seen all the highs and lows of life in the hospital. Living healthily was a great joy in life. Harry, who had been cured of brain cancer, was a miracle. Regardless of what would happen in the future, living in the present, being a little happy was something worthwhile. But she realized that Harry didn’t seem happy at all.
Sometimes, when comedic films played on TV, Harry would watch and tears would fall from his eyes.
He also had trouble sleeping at night, even though the medication would make him drowsy. He could stare at the ceiling with his tired eyes until daybreak. Eventually, he needed the hospital to prescribe him sleeping aids so he could finally fall asleep.
During his hospital stay, more people came to visit him than when he had been in prison, when he could still refuse to see anyone. It was different in the hospital.
Some days, he could see more than ten people. Each one would ask him about his thoughts, if he truly wanted to go to prison.
“Yes.”
“What are you thinking? Even though your brain has been treated, I feel like you are still ill. Did the surgeon fill your brain with water during the craniotomy? Otherwise, how could you not know right from wrong? I’ve seen people who want to escape from prison, but I’ve never seen anyone who wants to run into prison. Do you want to die?”
“I wish I could really die.” No one knew how much Harry wanted to die and see Hattie again. But he also understood that he was too detestable. Even when Hattie was alive, she didn’t want to see him, let alone when she was dead.
“And I should have gone to prison a long time ago.” He should have gone to prison when he had imprisoned Hattie and restricted her freedom, or even earlier, when he had caused the Mason family’s bankruptcy.
“Think it over. If you go in now, you’ll be in there for at least 20 years. You might not even get out. After your illness has been treated, are you really willing to waste your time in prison? You’ve come a long way to reach today, it’s not easy, with a fortune of hundreds of billions.” It was a miracle to have survived, and yet he wanted to be a lowly prisoner.
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