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Chapter 170 Luna's legs went limp and she fell to the ground. If Sophia stopped breathing, it meant she died.
Luna refused to believe it. Sophia had promised her that she would try her best to survive. Moreover, Sophia had yet to take revenge. Sophia wouldn't give up like that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWest stood behind Luna and held her waist firmly before she hit the ground, Hugging Luna tightly, West looked at Oliver. "My medical team is waiting inside. Hurry up. Send her in for resuscitation." Oliver nodded and rushed toward the emergency room with Sophia in his arms.
Luna wanted to follow, but her legs were too weak to even walk. "West, Sophia will be fine, right?" When West saw Luna turn to him, her gaze filled with reliance, he knew she was speaking to her brother. This time, he held in his temper. West said as he walked in while carrying Luna, “I can't be sure." West wondered if he should tell Jason about the situation. From the looks of it, even if Sophia were saved this time, she probably didn't have much tleft.
Luna was agitated by West's words. She grabbed his collar abruptly, shouting, "Didn't you promise to help her find a heart? Where's it?" West glanced at Luna coldly and said mercilessly, “A one-in-a-billion chance of a suitable heart is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack." Luna punched West hard and sobbed on his chest. "But I don't want her to die." West suddenly tightened his arms and held Luna tightly. He was not good at comforting people. After staring at Luna's shaking shoulders for a while, West said faintly, "You look like you're mourning" Luna stopped crying abruptly. She raised her head angrily. She wanted to retort, but when she met his cold eyes, she instantly went quiet. There was no point in arguing with someone who only knew how to kill.
Tpassed slowly as they waited anxiously. The lights in the emergency room were on for two hours before they went out.
Luna quickly greeted the doctor who cout and asked nervously, "How is it? Did you manage to save her?" Logically speaking, Sophia should still be alive. If she were really dead, there was no need for the doctors to stay inside for two hours.
The doctor took off his mask and glanced at Luna. He turned to West and said respectfully, "Sir, the woman inside is in bad condition. I wanted to operate, but I was worried she wouldn't be able to survive, so I could only use traditional medical methods to repair her heart. She has a month at most. We have to perform a heart transplant surgery for her within that time. Otherwise, even God can't save her." West nodded and gestured for him to leave and turn to look at Oliver. "What's your plan, Mr. Clark?" Oliver was still sweating cold sweat. His hands, were also shaking. "What can I do? Sophia has even arranged her grave. She's just waiting to be buried. I'll do my best and see how things go. If we're lucky, we will find a heart. If not, so be it. I'll ask Mr. Watson to mobilize the Watson family's power to help find one."
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Chapter 170 The content is on m english 45% When Sophia woke up from her coma, it was noon the next day. The ward was quiet except for the sound of footsteps in the corridor occasionally.
Sophia leaned against the headboard for a while and moved her legs to get off the bed.
top At this moment, Sophia suddenly heard a message notification. With much difficulty, she reached for her phone. She saw a warm and romantic photo on her phone.
At the window of a revolving restaurant, a tall and handsman and a delicate-looking woman sat facing each other. The sky and sea were of the sshade, and flowers were blooming around them. The most eye-catching thing was the ten layers of cake placed on the round dining table. It was exquisite and beautiful.
There was a message. [Dear Sophia, I'm really sorry, I should have returned for Uncle's funeral, but Jason insisted I celebrate my birthday first. I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, so I took photos to prove it.]