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The doctor sighed. Obviously, this was the biggest problem. "The patient's physical quality is indeed poor. The chances of her surviving the operation are not very high, but if she doesn't do it immediately, she probably won't remember for two months."
"What did you say?" Yara gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "Did you say that my mother only has two months?"
"We have checked that her liver has suddenly sped up the rate of failure recently, so the doctor's previous advice should not be carried out," the doctor said, "If she can survive the operation and successfully transplant the liver, she will have at least a few years left."
Yara's lips were bitten through by him, and a drop of blood dripped down.
The doctor looked at this young man and couldn't bear it. He comforted him. "But sometimes, for the elders, a few years is also very long. It's enough for them to accompany their children to fulfill their wishes."
Finally, he said to Yara, "Then come to me and sign it after you think it over. I'll arrange the operation as soon as possible."
Yara bit his lips tightly.
When Max came in and saw that the doctor had left, she said, "I believe the doctor has told you about the situation."
"Did you find this doctor? Can you trust him?"
Yara held the medical report and asked him.
"Don't worry, doctor. I've been an old friend of this doctor for many years. His operation has never failed, Max said. "That's why I hired him to be in charge of your mother's condition. As long as your mother's body can survive this operation, I believe she will succeed."
Yara lowered his eyes. "Thank you."
"Alas." Max sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a long tone, "I have not been with you since I was a child, and I have not been able to do anything for you and your mother. Now, as long as I can help you, I must say something. I will do my best to do it."
Yara did not speak. He did not know how to respond to Max's words.
His mother was his mother. If his mother fell this time, he would have no relatives who were closest to him.
This was not something that Max's father could replace or comfort.
Max continued, "I just talked to Jin's mother on the phone. We'll try our best to get others to deal with Jin's affairs. Don't worry about staying in the hospital with your mother. We'll do our best to arrange other things for you. This servant will stay in the hospital. If there's anything you need, just tell her."
Yara nodded.
Mo Hanhuan knew that Luo Yang's mother had no surgery. Yara needed to make a choice, so it was not convenient for him to intervene. Therefore, he left the hospital first, leaving Yara some time to think.
However, Yara came back today. On the way back, he had already contacted the people from the Investment Company. Soon, the company's assistant called him.
"Boss Luo, will you come to the company today?" The assistant asked on the phone.
"No." Yara's voice was very deep. "I won't go to the company these few days. My mother is in the hospital again. Keep an eye on the company. Call me when you can't make the decision."
"...Okay." Hearing that his mother was hospitalized, the assistant immediately knew the seriousness of the matter. He stopped asking and comforted her. "Boss Luo, don't worry. Your mother will definitely recover. Don't worry too much about the company. Everything is fine."
"Yes."
Yara put down the phone.
Mrs. Smith woke up the next morning. She was so weak that she couldn't sit up, and her face was as white as paper.
When she saw Yara sitting on the bed, she asked in a soft and anxious voice, "Kaul... you're back?"
"Mom, you don't have to sit up." Seeing that she was awake, Yara immediately came to his senses. "Look, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
"Ah, I'm not very hungry." Mrs. Smith sighed. Looking at the ward she was in, she knew that Yara knew that she was in the hospital. "I thought that when you came back from a business trip, I would cook you a delicious meal. It's my poor health."
"Mom, don't say that." Hearing her words, Yara felt more and more uncomfortable and guilty. "I shouldn't have left at this time... You're not feeling well. Why didn't you call me? How could my work be more important than yours?"
No matter how much money he earned, no matter how outstanding he was, if he couldn't even take care of his mother, what kind of success would that be?
"You are usually too busy." Mrs. Smith sighed. "It's not easy for you to take this opportunity to go out for a walk. I can't bear to call you back. By the way, what time is it now?"
"In the morning, I came back last night, but you didn't wake up."
"So I've been sleeping for so long?" She was very surprised and looked at her son with concern. "Kaul, have you had breakfast yet?"
"I've had dinner. There's a dining hall in the hospital." Yara's eyes turned sour. He looked at the servants of the Molly family beside him and said, "The Molly family sent a servant here. Mom, you've slept for a whole day. Can you eat something first? She just made soup for you."
Mrs. Smith slowly turned her head and glanced at the servants of the Molly family, who were waiting nearby. "Well, well, thank you, Molly family..."
Yara wanted to say that this was what the Molly family should do and that they did not need to thank him. This was also something that Clark owed him.
But he couldn't bear to say these words, because his mother would blame him again. So he said, "Mom, I'll help you shake up the bed."
However, Mrs. Smith's body was no longer as weak as it used to be. She only took a few sips of the soup and was no longer able to swallow it.
Seeing this, Yara's eyes turned red.
After the maid went out with the thermos, he said, "Mom, no matter where I am in the future, you must tell me as soon as you feel uncomfortable, okay? If anything happens to you, I won't be at ease for the rest of my life. I haven't had time to be filial to you."
"Hey, look at what you said. You're the one who's taking care of your mother. How can you say that you're unfilial to me?" Mrs. Smith, who only felt that she had dragged her son down, said worriedly, "I don't have any regrets seeing how successful Kaul is and how you've reconciled with the Molly family..."
Yara was anxious. He was afraid that his mother would make things difficult for him. "Mom, don't say that!"
"The only thing I think is a pity." Mrs. Smith's pale and dry mouth showed an imperceptible smile, and her eyes were like the warmth of the sun in autumn. "It's just that I haven't seen you get married yet."
Yara gave a wry smile.
It was so easy to get married. How could it be so easy to find someone to spend the rest of his life with?
"If I can see you get married and have a grandson in the future, my life will be complete." Mrs. Smith said her only wish at the moment, with expectation and faint helplessness on her face. "But I know that my body can't last long..."
"No, Mom, you will live a long life!" Yara gritted his teeth.
It seemed that as long as he firmly believed it, his mother would be safe and sound.
Because he could only pray like this!
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