"Dr. Dunn, are you sure you don't want to consider doing the surgery for Mr. Lewis together?"
This was a matter of priority discussion for the previous rescue team.
Richelle Dunn shook her head, "No, with his current physical condition, it's already a matter of luck if he can hold on through the other surgeries."
Richelle tried to put herself in the position of a doctor rather than a lover; otherwise, she could only break down and cry outside.
Doctors on both sides of the operating table were familiar with her medical skills.
So, after mentioning it briefly, they didn't say much more.
Richelle Dunn stood in front of the operating table for a full seven hours, and as she had predicted, the blood in the blood bank was not enough. If it weren't for her foresight, Roy Lewis would not have made it through the surgery.
After completing her last task, Richelle glanced at the monitor next to her and bent down to gently kiss Roy Lewis' face, which was covered in blood.
