Mindful of Clint’s advanced age and existing health complications, she was wary of subjecting him to more physical stress.
Understanding her concern and Clint’s frail condition, the doctor sighed.
“Bysea Hospital has its limitations. To ensure the best chance of recovery, I recommend transferring him to a specialized medical facility in a larger city as soon as possible.”
A flicker of apprehension crossed Stella’s eyes as she asked urgently, “Is the surgery likely to succeed?”
The doctor elaborated, “Given the patient’s current state, surgery is generally a safe route. However, there are inherent risks, particularly as our facility lacks some medical resources. I’d advise transferring him to a more specialized hospital for a safer procedure.”
A wave of helplessness washed over Stella.
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Clint had adopted her from an orphanage when she was young, making him the only family she truly had.
No matter what, she was committed to doing whatever was necessary to ensure his survival.
Eventually, Stella heeded the doctor’s counsel, stating, “I’ll arrange for an immediate transfer to a hospital in Seamarsh for my grandfather’s treatment. Thank you, doctor.”
“It’s my responsibility,” the doctor replied, guiding Stella towards the intensive care unit.
Peering through the glass, Stella spotted Clint lying in a hospital bed, his complexion ashen. Her eyes misted over anew.
Softly, the doctor confided, “It’s fortunate you answered our call immediately. We’ve been attempting to reach his son for days without success. When we heard him mutter your name while unconscious, we thought it prudent to get in touch with you.”
Stella’s eyes brimmed with fresh tears, her throat constricting.
She watched Clint for a long while, then turned her gaze to the doctor.
“I appreciate that you reached out to me in time.”
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“Incidentally, your grandfather is fortunate we found him when we did.
The outcome could have been far worse. You should keep a closer eye on him,” the doctor advised.
Stella nodded, feeling a surge of dread envelop her.
“Don’t worry too much. His condition is fairly stable at the moment.
With proper post-operative care, he should recover progressively,” the doctor reassured her before taking his leave.
Exhausted, Stella settled onto a bench in the corridor, her eyes locked on Clint through the glass partition, her emotions a swirl of apprehension and hope.
Silently, she prayed that Death would not claim him.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Extracting it, she frowned at the sight of Maverick’s name on the screen.