CHAPTER 753 TURN VEGETATIVE

Chapter 753 Turn Vegetative

"Have you called Manuel?" asked Susan.

Justine responded firmly, "Yeah, but I don't think he will come."

"I know." Susan nodded.

Of course, she was fully aware of Manuel's attitude to her these days. Relationships between lovers

would turn more and more vulnerable after every quarrel and dissension. Though she did fall for Henry

in the old days, she still changed her mind and found herself greatly obsessed with Manuel. The same

applied to Manuel, who used to be infatuated with her. And of course, now it was up to him to decide

whether to dump his remaining feelings for her.

"You and Manuel are no longer a nice match for each other," Justine said firmly. At the same time, she

tried to ease a sense of compunction by saying so.

Ever since Manuel broke up with Susan, he should have shirked the responsibility to consider her

feelings. Thus, Justine did not want Susan to consider him faulty for not coming to meet her.

"Okay." Susan nodded once again.

What Justine said was right-they were no longer a perfect match for each other.

Then, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened. Susan felt like her heart was about to skip a

beat. When seeing the surgeon walking out, she couldn't help flinching and fixed her eyes blankly on

his face covered with fatigue.

It was Justine who walked over to ask nervously, "Doc, how about Edward?"

The surgeon let out a long sigh, for which Susan almost fainted out of fear, thinking that the surgeon

was about to inform them of her father's death.

"Fortunately, he has retrieved his breath after the best we could try. Now he's fine though still

unconscious. However, when we took him in, we noticed something more than an excessive loss of

blood but also a cerebral haemorrhage from him. We suspect that there could be a lump of

haemorrhage within his brain. After the craniotomy, he remains unconscious. The haemorrhage may

have damaged his brain, which could lead to a vegetative state." Said the surgeon.

All Susan hoped now was that she wasn't facing a cruel fact but an illusion instead. Her father was

likely to turn into a permanent vegetative state.

How could that be?

At the thought that Edward was about to freeze on the bed for a lifetime, Justine felt like she was

experiencing a nightmare. Though she knew Edward's condition was awful when he was taken to the

hospital, she still firmly believed that with the advanced medical treatment, coupled with the best

hospital ever in Northfield equipped with high-tech machines, Edward would be likely to recover. Never

did she expect that he was about to turn vegetative in the end.

She felt struck by a bang of heartache.

Even though she married Edward for reason that she got to cover up her real identity and survive

together with Manuel, she inevitably developed a great attachment to him after living together for

decades. Thus, she found it heartrending when hearing the bad news.

She then turned to look at Susan, who slouched in the wheelchair with a pale face. Undoubtedly, she

found it hard to accept the fact.

"Is that curable?" asked Justine.

"There used to be miracles happening to people in a vegetative state. Perhaps some of them may end

up lying on the bed for a lifetime. But there were still some of them waking up unexpectedly someday in

the future. So don't ever lose hope. And we did meet a lot of cases like that. They just woke up

themselves soon out of everyone's expectation."

"You mean we gotta leave it to destiny to decide?" asked Justine while staring at the surgeon,

desperately in need of a medical solution.

The surgeon shook his head, "We could do nothing but pray for a miracle. But don't worry. We will keep

trying any possibility to wake him up."

Speechless, Justine had no idea what else to ask for. Of course, she could tell the surgeon could

provide nothing but words of solace for her.

Meanwhile, Edward was taken out of the emergency room. His face was ghastly pale. Justine hurried

over to call for his name. But she saw no response.

Finally, Susan mustered up the courage to move over in a wheelchair.

She stared at her father, who was still breathing with his heart beating. However, his eyes remained

closed.

"Dad?" Susan called for him in a soft voice.

"Dad, wake up. Dad!"

Drowning in great sadness, Susan repeated numbly. While watching, Justine couldn't help feeling so

sorry for her. Though she used to find this girl annoying, now she felt like being overwhelmed with

sympathy for this helpless girl. Then she spoke to Susan gently, "We gotta take him to the ward. The

doctor said there could be miracles. Perhaps he will wake up the next second."

Tears streamed down Susan's face. All she could hope was that her father could open his eyes as they

long expected.

What if all those things had never happened?

Then they followed the medical workers as Edward was taken to a ward. After all the machines and

equipment were set ready, the medical team left both Susan and Justine alone.

Still, Susan fixed her eyes on Edward in bed. It was her very first time seeing her father being so

vulnerable. As far as she could recall, her father had always been strong and tough to fight against

whatever risks posed to him. But now, he was knocked down unexpectedly, with a possibility that he

might never wake up again.

Tears ran down her face out of control. Her heart felt like being shattered into pieces. Language failed

to convey her pain. Susan could do nothing but sob and shiver.

Driven by empathy, Justine hurried to comfort her, "Susan, crying helps nothing. Maybe you can try to

talk to your dad. Perhaps he would wake up upon hearing you. I have seen a lot of similar cases like

that."

Susan's eyes were blurred with tears. Her gaze at Justine seemed to contain a sense of disbelief.

"I know you must be painful. But think about it. What if your dad notices you are writhing in agony? It

will only make him sadder. He had done so much for you. I don't think he risked his life to just see you

struggling in pain. I believe he would prefer to see you enjoy your life. Whether he would wake up or

not, it shouldn't be the obstacle holding you back. You gotta keep going! That's what your dad wanna Property © .

see." Justine continued sincerely.

While biting her lips slightly, Susan could tell Justine's kindness. However, she still found it impossible

to compose herself every time she saw her father lying in the bed, unconscious.

"Susan, now that your father had fainted, you are on your own." Said Justine both seriously and

worriedly.

As far as she was concerned, Susan had never been an independent type.

"Alright, that's all I am gonna tell you. Justine didn't intend to continue. She deemed it necessary to

leave Susan some time for her own. After all, for most people facing the same situation, it would take

some time before they went back on track.

Justine was much less composed than she appeared on the surface. Still, what happened to Edward

was too horrible to accept. It was just that she knew how to disguise herself from pain better than

Susan.