NovelXXXChapter 611 She was probably going to die, yet in that moment, Citrine felt strangely happy. Holding Raymond's hand, she managed a smile.
"Dad, if I die, don't be sad." "And please tell Mom that I never blamed her. Not even once." Raymond's heart twisted painfully. "Don't say things like that, sweetheart. You're not going to die. You have to keep fighting." "And as for Hilda-" his voice softened, "I think she'd be happier if you told her those things yourself." But Citrine barely had any strength left. As Raymond finished speaking, she slipped away from consciousness entirely.
"Citrine?" Raymond froze, panic icing through his veins.
"What's happening? What's wrong with her?" He spun around and barked at the paramedics in the back of the ambulance, his voice so cold and low it sent chills through everyone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe paramedics hurried over, quickly checking Citrine's vitals. It was only after confirming she was still breathing that they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Carmichael, she's passed out from the pain, but her breathing is steady. Please try not to worry." But how could he not worry? Raymond's heart was lodged in his throat, barely able to beat.
After what felt like forever-though it was only fifteen minutes the ambulance finally reached the research center. Nathanael had already arranged everything for the emergency surgery.
There was no tto lose; a team of doctors immediately whisked Citrine away to the operating room. Raymond stood pale as a ghost outside the doors, looking like the very life had been drained from him. Nathanael watched him, unable to bear the sight. He reached out, gently patting Raymond's shoulder in comfort. "Mr. Carmichael, I know you're worried about her, but you have to look after your own health, too." Raymond turned to face him, his eyes searching, desperate. "She's going to be alright, isn't she?" Nathanael hesitated, his mouth opening but no words coming out.
Crestwood Medical Research Center had state-of-the-art technology and world-class surgeons, yet Nathanael couldn't offer any guarantees.
He'd been with Citrine the longest. He remembered the old wound in her chest- the year they'd barely managed to snatch her back from death's door.
Now she'd been hurt in the exact sspot, and that unsettled him deeply.
When Nathanael remained silent, Raymond looked away, the hope draining from his face.
Nathanael wondered whether he should say more, but as Citrine's father, Raymond had a right to know After a moment's hesitation, Nathanael spoke up, his voice low with worry.
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"Mr. Carmichael, years ago, Citrine was shot during a mission. The bullet lodged dangerously close to her heart. The surgery back then lasted ten hours-we almost lost her, Now, she's been wounded in exactly the splace. To be honest, the chances of success this tare slim. I think you and your family should prepare yourselves for the possibility."
As the words left his mouth, Raymond's mind immediately om conjured the memory of Citrine's old gunshot wound. His eyes widened in shock, and suddenly his legs felt like they'd give out. sŵ At that moment, Hilda and the rest of the Carmichael family arrived, just in tto hear Nathanael's last sentence.
Hilda's face went sheet-white.
Without thinking, she rushed forward, grabbing Nathanael's arm. What ar you saying? What does that mean? Tell us the truth!" The rest of the family stared at Nathanael, waiting for an answer. He'd been by Citrine's side for years. This hurt him deeply as well. Looking at all the anxious faces, Nathanael forced himself to speak, his voice barely steady.
"She was shot near the heart years ago. This time, the bullet hit almost the exact sspot. The risk is enormous." He shut his eyes tightly, lips pressed together, then finally said, "I'm sorry, but you should all prepare yourselves for the worst."
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