Looking at the two doctors who walked aside and muttered, Mrs. Pierre's heart was extremely complicated. She hoped that they would say it faster so that they could return to the operating room to save their husbands faster, but she also hoped that they would say it in more detail so that they would not miss it any more and end up causing their husbands to suffer more sin.

But without much effort, Dr. Jones is back.

"Mrs. Pierre."

"Yes." Mrs. Pierre looked at Dr. Jones's obviously not good look in her heart. Her ominous premonition surged from the bottom of her heart. She tightened her hands and felt that the palm of her hand was already cold.

"About Mr. Pierre's condition..." Looking at Mrs. Pierre's expectant look, even Dr. Jones, who was used to life and death, felt a little reluctant.

"Dr. Jones, you don't have to tell me about the surgical plans or something. Although you can see that you have worked very hard, I still don't understand it very much, so that's not very useful to me." Mrs. Pierre tried hard to make herself stronger. "I just want to know what the success rate of my husband's surgery is."

"This..." Dr. Jones hesitated for a moment without answering.

"Please don't shy away, I just want to know the truth." Mrs. Pierre asked seriously, trying to force the tears that had already flowed into her eyes.

"If you follow the sign data displayed by Mr. Pierre before, the success rate of the surgery is only..." Dr. Jones said a little hesitant.

"How much?" asked Mrs. Pierre.

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

"What?! How could it be?!" Mrs. Pierre couldn't believe her ears. Although she had expected that her husband might be worse than before, she did not expect that...

God, why do you torture my husband like this! Mrs. Pierre's tears could no longer be controlled. The success rate of 35% before was already shocked, but she didn't expect that in just less than ten minutes, this 35% had dropped to a pitiful less than ten%.

"I'm sorry, I wonder if there is something wrong with my ears. I actually heard that the success rate of the surgery is only 8% and I must be auditory hallucinating, right?" Mrs. Pierre suddenly forced a smile and asked, 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 a look of indulgence, but had to break her fantasy.

"So now you have two choices." No matter how hard you can't bear it, Dr. Jones has to say, "One is that you give up treatment. Then I will inject Mr. Pierre with a heart-enhancing injection to wake him up, and then you have anything to say as soon as possible."

"Oh, no..." Mrs. Pierre covered her mouth and shook her head hard. She understood very well that if she chose this way, it would be equivalent to giving up the treatment of her husband. Once the heart-strengthening injection was effective, it would be the time for her husband to die.

"Or you choose to continue the treatment, but I must remind you that the success rate of this operation is extremely low, and Mr. Pierre is very likely to not be able to get off the operating table. At that time, you may not even be able to talk to Mr. Pierre." At this point, Dr. Jones did not forget to guarantee, "Of course, if you choose to continue the treatment, no matter what the final result is, I will do my best to provide treatment for Mr. Pierre."

"Other doctor..." Although he knew that his words were offensive, Mrs. Pierre subconsciously couldn't help asking.

"The same is true." At this time, Dr. Brown walked over with a book clip in his hand. "You must know that Dr. Jones is not only the top extrabrain expert in our xxx hospital, but also the number one in the entire F country. If you insist on saying that doctors are better than Dr. Jones, there are also limited doctors. Moreover, this far water cannot stop thirst, and with Mr. Pierre's physical condition, he will definitely not be able to get over that time."

"This is a consent form. No matter which choice you make, please please as soon as possible." Although Dr. Brown knew that his statement was cruel, the reality was that Mrs. Pierre could no longer consider it carefully. Time is equal to money, and here time is equivalent to life.

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

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

"I, I..." Mrs. Pierre hugged the folder tightly, opened her mouth several times but couldn't speak. How could she make such a difficult choice?!

"Please make a decision as soon as possible, Mrs. Pierre, you must know that Mr. Pierre can't wait." Dr. Jones urged again.

"Treat!" Mrs. Pierre suddenly hugged the book clip in her arms, and Mrs. Pierre finally made a decision, "But before this, can I ask you one more thing?"

"You said." Dr. Jones nodded.

"Can I go in and take a look at my husband?" Mrs. Pierre looked begging.

"this……"

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

"Dr. Brown wouldn't let her in?" Dr. Jones finally softened his heart, "Sometimes love can create miracles."

"Do a good job of disinfection, and once the surgery begins, Mrs. Pierre must come out." Dr. Brown frowned, let alone miracles like Dr. Jones said, indeed, have happened. Even if not, how could he not consider the requests made by one of their hospital's biggest sponsors and provide some convenience.

"Oh, thank you very much, Dr. Jones and Dr. Brown." Mrs. Pierre looked grateful.

"Okay, Mrs. Pierre, you and the nurse should prepare. I'm going to go in and prepare for the surgery," said Dr. Jones.

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"How is it? Can I get the needle?" Jane asked impatiently when she saw Dr. Jones come in.
Chapter completed!