After asking the doctor, Jane Sampson squatted down to look James Black in the eye and said, "James, you have to get better."
"Mmm, I'll get better." The softness of James Black's voice was like a gentle breeze in March; he hoped he could use this tender tone to soothe Jane Sampson's anxious heart.
"Lady, your husband's injury is mainly in his hand; there is a tube in his left hand, but it isn't near any vital parts. We need to perform surgery to deal with the problems in his hand, and we need your signature now. Once you sign, we will immediately operate on the patient." The doctor looked at the woman crying pitifully and felt compassion for her.
"I'll sign, I'll sign now." Jane Sampson once again raised her hand to wipe away her tears, clutching the doctor's sleeve beside her tightly, and asked again, "He'll be alright, won't he?"
