Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Elisa's Late-Stage Stomach Cancer

Outside the operating room, Hamish seemed to sense something. His heart ached with a sudden, dull pain that made him hunch over and grip his chest tightly.

He stared at the doors to the operating room, feeling like something very important was slipping away from him.

Just then, the doors opened from inside as a nurse rushed out. Seeing Hamish, she hurried over and asked, "Are you the patient's family member? The patient is in critical condition. You need to sign a surgery consent form and critical condition notice!"

Hamish only heard a buzzing in his ears, unable to make out anything clearly. He frowned at the nurse in front of him and stiffly asked, "Are you saying Elisa is dying? How could she be dying!"

It was just a little rain and kneeling for half an hour, not eating for four days, at most some weakness and vomiting blood.

How could she have gone in and then someone tells him Elisa is dying?

Seeing his stunned expression, the nurse realized he didn't know the patient's condition. She explained concisely, "The patient has late-stage stomach cancer. Her situation is dangerous now. The family must sign the surgery consent and critical condition notice."

The nurse saw the bloodshot eyes of the man. Suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Stomach cancer? Late stage?

How was that possible? Elisa had never been sick. Her health had always been good. How could she possibly have this illness?

A woman like her should have brought calamity for thousands of years. Why was someone telling him now that she was dying?

He must have misheard. He was having delusions for it to be like this.

Hamish staggered back a step, his knees hitting the chair behind him. He swayed and tumbled down awkwardly.

He stared at his hands again. He had clearly washed them clean, but he still felt there was so much blood everywhere, the smell of blood filling the air no matter how much he washed.

The patient's condition was urgent and couldn't be delayed. The nurse brought over two consent forms and held them out to Hamish. "Sir."

Hamish looked at the critical condition notice, his eyes bloodshot. A sharp, immense pain radiated from his heart throughout every corner of his body, even making his fingers tremble.

He took the papers and pen, looking at the notice. He recognized every character, but together they made no sense.

The nurse urged him, "Sir, please sign quickly."

His hand kept shaking. Hamish suddenly clenched his fist and punched the wall behind him. A muffled thud sounded and the nurse jumped, startled. She looked over to see a bloodstain on the wall, indicating the force he had used.

Hamish took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in his heart. Then he lowered his head and signed his name.

"Will she be okay?"