Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 967

The waiting time was undoubtedly painful.

"Miss Sam..."

The little boy beside her grabbed her clothes and timidly asked, "Will mom be fine?"

"Yes!" Emily looked at the child's innocent and fearful eyes. Then she raised her hand to touch his head and told him in an inborn determined tone. "Your mother will be fine. Dr. Chin is an excellent doctor!"

On the other hand, she seemed to tell herself about that.

That was her man, who was very excellent!

"Yes!" The little boy nodded.

The corridor fell silent again. There were only medical staffs who occasionally walked around.

The little boy looked eagerly at the red light in the operating room. Emily was also very nervous, staring at the closed door.

Finally, when the sun was setting, the operating room door finally opened.

Simon, dressed in a green surgical suit, was the first to come out. Emily almost bounced to her feet.

"Simon, how is the operation?"

Simon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took off his mask.

He looked serious. After frowning for a long while, he suddenly said, "It's very successful!"

Emily was relieved instantly. Then she threw herself into his arms and cried with joy. "I knew you must succeed!"

"You trust me so much?" Simon held her in his arms.

"Of course!" Emily nodded hard.

The operation was performed independently by him, without an assistant.

At this time, the surgical cap on his head had also been taken off. Due to the fact that he had worn it for too long, his short hair was already unshaped. However, he still looked handsome, shining with a languid look in his eyes. All in all, he still looked attractive.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened again, and nurses carried the unconscious woman out. The little boy immediately stood up and leaned over the side of the bed. Then he followed them to the ICU.

Simon and Emily looked at each other and smiled. Then they walked to the elevator, tightly holding each other's fingers.

On the same day, the two returned home and had a good sleep.

In the evening of the next day, Simon went to school to pick her up from work. Meanwhile, he also picked up the woman's son.

After the woman left the operating table yesterday, the effect of the anesthetic was not over, so

she was in a coma and was sent to the ICU. After 24 hours of observation, she could be confirmed that she had passed the period of danger.

When they arrived at the hospital, she had been transferred to the general ward.

The ward was only for four patients, but two of them had just been discharged from the hospital at noon. The other one was recovering well, so the patient stayed at home during the day and came back at night. It was very quiet with only the boy's mother there.

There was a doctor in a white gown in the ward. It was Mr. Linzell, who went to their house in the morning before.

Although Simon didn't wear a white gown, when he appeared in front of the hospital bed, the momentum of being a doctor still existed. This came from the accumulation of long-term work and made people believe in him unconsciously.

However, Mr. Linzell shook his head and explained. "No. The operation is very successful, and now it seems that there are no postoperative adverse reactions. She will recover very well!"

"Then why do you ask me to come here?" Simon didn't understand.

Mr. Linzell said, "Dr. Chin, it's your business!"

Hearing this, Simon leaned back on the back of the chair and he was more confused.

"Your hand was hurt by the curved vascular clamp after the operation was done yesterday. Although the operation was over at that time and it wouldn't affect the patient, your blood was sent to the Center for Disease Control for the research on the virus..." Mr. Linzell paused, then looked up at him and said, "You seem to have been misdiagnosed!"

"What did you say?"

Simon's body on the chair suddenly stiffened.

When he came to his senses, he sat up all of a sudden and said that in the voice of astonishment. Staring at Mr. Linzell who was sitting opposite him, he repeated the word with uncertainty.

"Misdiagnose?"

Mr. Linzell nodded hard. Then he took out two test reports that he had prepared from his drawer. "Dr. Chin, it's indeed a misdiagnosis! Look at the result of blood screening. I did it twice, and both of them showed negative. This means that you haven't been infected with HIV, nor are you an AIDS patient!"

The muscles of Simon's arms stretched out, and he mechanically took over the paper.

His pupils contracted as he stared at the words on it.

After reading it back and forth many times, he even excitedly wanted to recite each character and number. Both outcomes had the same conclusion. It turned out that he didn't have AIDS.

Such a pleasant surprise was even more fierce than a snowstorm, causing Simon to tremble violently.