SUPER MOMMY AND HER TRIPLETS - Season 2 Episode 67

Felicity growled, “What nonsense did you say? I know you care about Bailey, but how can you think so little of your grandpa’s life? Isn’t Ms. Bailey competent? I assume she’ll be able to accomplish this surgery.”

With that, she glared at Bailey and said through gritted teeth, “You must complete this surgery successfully.”

Bailey ignored her and said to Yoel, “Don’t worry, Mr. Chivers. I endured so many hardships and finally left my past trauma behind with much difficulty for the sake of accomplishing this surgery and repaying Old Mr. Chivers’ kindness for saving my life previously.”

Then, she glanced at Artemis’ handsome face.

Artemis was the person Bailey had to genuinely thank for being able to regain her confidence and display her excellent medical skills on the operating table again.

She wondered how many people in this world would be willing to sacrifice their lives just to help her.

Perhaps Edmund was also considered one of those people, but his thought process was too complex.

His measures were never as drastic as Artemis’ because he took too many issues into consideration when contemplating his every move.

Even if Edmund were willing to give up his life to assist Bailey, he would not lose his mind and do something as irrational and wild as Artemis did.

That was probably the most distinctive difference between the two cousins.

Their personalities, miens, and the way they carried themselves were contrasting.

Ultimately, one became a well-mannered and humble gentleman while the other grew into a ruthless and cunning businessman.

Artemis seemed to have sensed her gaze. He slightly lifted his head, and their lines of vision intersected, sparking ambiguous emotions to rise within them.

He did not say a word and merely gave her an encouraging look.

Artemis was silently giving moral support to her.

Bailey could not help but curve her red lips into a faint yet unmistakably contented smile.

“It’s almost time now. I’ll be entering the operating room. This procedure will take approximately twelve hours. The rest of you, please wait outside patiently.”

“Okay.”

Standing around the operating table, Bailey located the precise incision point and swiftly sliced open the skin using a scalpel.

She had made plenty of preparations in the past few days.

For an experienced surgeon like her, the difficulty of that operation was not beyond her imagination. Everything was within her capabilities.

In fact, she was seventy percent sure that she could execute the craniotomy with perfection.

Having said that, some problems still arose during the surgery.

Approximately eight hours into the operation, Glen’s cranial nervous system deteriorated. His vital signs also began to act irregularly, suggesting his life was hanging in the balance.

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is experiencing tachycardia.”

“Apply pressure on his eyeballs to stimulate oculocardiac reflex.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers’ blood pressure is still on an increasing trend.”

“Inject medication to bring his blood pressure down forcefully.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is showing signs of respiratory depression.”

“Put him on a ventilator and increase the oxygen saturation.”

“Ms. Jefferson, we’ve tried that, but his heart rate is still high.”

“I’ve tried too, but the blood pressure is not coming down.”

“Patient is still in the hypoxic state despite being put on a ventilator.”

The neurologists standing beside her glanced at the vital signs and attempted to persuade Bailey, “Ms. Jefferson, the patient is currently unstable due to the many haywire parameters. My suggestion is to stop the surgery at once.”

“I think we should stop the procedure too.”

Bailey turned a deaf ear to their counsels and focused on removing the tumor.

She finally recalled what was wrong.

When she checked Glen’s brain the day before, she vaguely noticed his rapidly worsening nervous system.

At that moment, she assumed that the spread of the tumor triggered deterioration. However, now that Glen’s entire brain structure was plain to see, based on her experienced judgment, Bailey was confident his declining condition was not induced by the disease.

Glen’s brain tumor was not as severe as they imagined, and her incision could not have caused his nervous system to degenerate so quickly.

His deteriorating condition was catalyzed by an external factor.

In other words, someone had drugged Glen with a type of medication that could bring about the swift degeneration of the brain nervous system.

“Yonah, I will now mention the name of six types of injections. Follow my instruction to prepare the

medications and inject them into Old Mr. Chivers intravascularly.”

“Okay.”

Bailey proficiently uttered the name and dose of six types of medications without taking a break from the surgical procedure.

Yonah stared at her in slight astonishment and said with a shaking voice, “M-Ms. Jefferson, these are all very potent medications. Are you sure you want to mix them up and inject the mixture intravenously into Old Mr. Chivers?”

“You did not hear me wrong. Just do as I say. I’ll bear the full consequences should anything happens.”

“O-Okay. All right.”

Outside the operating room, all members of the Luther family and the Chivers family were tired from the long hours of waiting as all of them were visibly worn out.

Felicity paced in the corridor, glancing at her wristwatch from time to time.

“Fourteen hours have passed. Why aren’t there any updates? Don’t tell me something bad happened, and Bailey is afraid of coming out to face us.”

“You need to stop talking,” Yoel snapped at her.

She glared at him and uttered, “You signed the consent form, and you are also the one who made the decision. If something undesirable happens to Father, I’ll have you to blame.”

Yoel was stumped. His face darkened as he stood to one side.

Felicity added fiercely, “If this surgery goes south and costs Father’s life, I will make sure she pays the price by making her keep Father company in the afterlife.”

Right after she spoke, a yelp rang out from the bench nearby. Gwendolyn squealed anxiously, “Max, what happened to you?”

Everyone turned to look in that direction, and their expressions changed drastically at the sight of Maxton lying in Gwendolyn’s arms. He was foaming at the mouth, and his body was twitching.

Felicity was the first to rush over. She pulled Maxton away from Gwendolyn and into her embrace. Felicity questioned sternly, “What’s going on? What happened?”

Zayron and Susan exchanged glances before Susan piped up gingerly, “Max kept saying his head was aching, and he was feeling nauseous and out of breath. I wanted to inform you all, but he forbade me from doing so. Max has been enduring that discomfort until now.”

Felicity glowered at her and bellowed, “You fool! You kept your mouth shut because Max told you so? Aren’t you very witty on normal days? Why are you turning into a mute now?”

Zayron leaped to his feet at once and stared at Felicity coldly. He gritted his teeth and said, “Watch your mouth. Don’t simply slander others with your bullsh*t. If she’s a fool, what does that make you? A fool’s ancestor?”

“You—”

“That’s enough. Get a hold of yourselves.” Artemis strode forward and narrowed his eyes at his son, now lying in Felicity’s arms. An unfathomable look flashed across his face.

Gwendolyn hurriedly stood up and said to Felicity, “Felicity, Yoel and the others will be staying here. We should quickly send Max to the family doctor’s office to check his condition. We must not let anything happen to him.”

Felicity was worried sick about her grandson, so she did not have the effort to spare to argue with Artemis. She glared at Zayron before picking Maxton up in her arms and leaving.