Chapter 616 A Huge Blow
"Clara's gone, I can't live without her," Sharon sobbed uncontrollably.
Zephyr was also in tears. "Clara, Clara, Clara."
"Everyone, calm down," Abella finally spoke up.
The room had been chaotic, with everyone talking over each other.
"Listen, Clara's in critical condition. She needs to be moved to the ICU right away."
Sharon's tears paused. "You mean she's still alive?"
"Yes," Abella said gently, "But it's very serious. The family needs to be prepared."
"No, please, Abella, you have to save her. She's our only daughter," Sharon pleaded.
"Mrs. Wren, I'll do my best," Abella said, supporting her.
Zephyr also begged, "Abella, if you save her, I'll give you anything!"
"Please, don't do this," the female doctor beside them said, "Dr. Medici has done everything possible. The injuries are too severe. Pressuring her won't help."
"Abella, aren't you a top doctor?" Sharon cried, "Didn't you save Mr. Bourbon? You can save my daughter, right? I'll give anything, even my life."
"Abella, please save Clara," Zephyr pleaded.
"Mr. Wren, Mrs. Wren," Abella knelt down, reaching out to stop them. "Listen to me."
Her eyes were sincere. "Clara has multiple fractures, severed nerves, tendons, and blood vessels, and her organs are severely damaged. It's very critical."
Sharon's tears flowed again.
She remembered Clara crying over a small cut as a child. Now, with such severe injuries, how much pain must she be in?
"I've done everything I can. Now it's up to her," Abella said softly, "But you need to be prepared. Even if she survives, she'll need lifelong care."
"It doesn't matter, as long as she lives, I'll take care of her forever!" Sharon clung to Abella's hand. "As long as she can call me 'Mom,' I'll be satisfied! Just keep her alive!"
"That's right, even if it takes years to hear her call me 'Dad,' it doesn't matter, as long as she's alive," Zephyr's tears flowed. "I'll take care of her until I die!"
"Mr. Wren, Mrs. Wren, the care I'm talking about is different," Abella said reluctantly but honestly. "Even if she survives, her limbs won't move on their own. She might need amputations. She'll likely need a urinary bag for life, be wheelchair-bound, and need help with basic tasks. This will be a huge blow to her."
Zephyr and Sharon were in shock. They hadn't expected Clara to face such huge challenges even if she survived.
"Will she never recover?" Sharon asked, her voice shaking.
"Yes," Abella confirmed, "With current medical technology, that's the case. But future advancements could change that."
Sharon's tears fell again. Without hands or feet, how could Clara play the piano, dance, walk to her loved ones, or embrace the world?
If Clara needed help even to drink water and had to live with a urinary bag for life, with her personality, she would rather die than live like that.
At that moment, Clara was wheeled out of the operating room. Zephyr and Sharon saw her lying motionless, her face pale, and their minds went blank as they cried continuously.
Abella watched them leave and noticed Phillipe approaching. She walked up to him and said softly, "I need to change my clothes first."
"Your face is so pale," Phillipe said, concerned. Abella had been in the operating room for eleven hours straight without a break or a sip of water.
"Dr. Medici," the female doctor in charge of Nicole came running over. "There's another patient in critical condition who needs you."
Phillipe looked displeased. 'Why does this hospital rely on Abella for everything? Doesn't she need to eat, drink, or rest?'
The female doctor, intimidated by Phillipe, quickly explained, "It's a patient Ms. Medici knows."
Winston quickly asked, "Is Nicole's condition worsening again?"
"Let's have Dr. Medici check first."
Their hospital had an expert team, but no one had a better idea. Nicole's condition was unprecedented, not just in their hospital, but globally.
Abella suddenly remembered she had spent so much time saving Clara that she had missed Nicole's optimal treatment window.
"I'll go take a look," she said, quickly heading towards the ICU.
Phillipe, still holding breakfast, saw Abella leave in a hurry and felt even more heartbroken. He quickly caught up and handed her a bottle of warm milk. "Drink a few sips first."
Abella, not wanting him to worry, drank the milk as she walked.
"Eat something later," Phillipe reminded.
"Okay."
Winston followed closely beside Abella. "I heard from the nurse that eleven hours ago, Clara was on the verge of giving up."
"Yes, but I told her that if she died, her parents would tear you apart. She held on because of that."
Winston's eyes reddened, feeling even more guilty towards Clara.
"I also told her that if she had to go, she should at least say goodbye to you," Abella said softly, "So, I believe she will wake up. As for whether she can hold on, I can't guarantee that right now."
"Abella, tell me honestly, what are Clara's chances of survival?" Winston asked.
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