Chapter 345 Hurry and get Dr. Smith!
Walter entered into the room and immediately spotted Derek sprawled on the bed, looking like a ghost. Derek was coughing here and there, his voice barely a whisper, like he was knocking on death's door.
The room was packed. Besides Derek, there were a bunch of doctors, including Edwin, and a few big shots like Joe. Edwin was right by the bed, checking Derek out, his face getting more and more serious.
Derek croaked out, "Edwin, what's the deal? Do I still have a shot?"
Edwin let out a heavy sigh, "Derek, it's a long shot. You've been through the wringer for years. Now it's all catching up to you."
Gloom clouded the entire room as everyone heard Edwin's words.
Even Edwin, who'd seen it all, felt a pang. Over the past few days, they'd all grown to respect Derek, impressed by his character. They really didn't want to see him go.
But as doctors, they knew better than anyone how hard it was to save someone on the brink.
"That's bull!"
An angry voice cut through the tension. It was Walter. After hearing Edwin's words, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Forgetting Vincent's earlier warnings, he glared at Edwin with bloodshot eyes and stormed over, huffing, "My grandpa ain't dying. If you can't fix him, then get lost and stop talking crap."
Edwin had never been a fan of Walter. Ever since Derek had chewed him out that day, his attitude had improved a bit. But now Walter was being a jerk again, making Edwin's face darken.
Not to mention, he was Derek's doctor, highly respected and revered by many. Edwin was eighty-six years old. At least Walter should at least show some respect.
Edwin wanted to snap back. But for Derek's sake, he held back. Derek was too weak to handle any stress. So he just snorted and ignored Walter.
"Get out." Derek, lying on the bed, said this without any emotion.
Walter didn't realize Derek was talking to him and said to Edwin, "Did you hear that? My grandpa wants you to get out."
Edwin looked at Walter like he was an idiot. He couldn't understand why someone as respectable as Derek had such a foolish and rude grandson.
"I meant you, Walter. Get out." Derek repeated, his tone icy. Walter was stunned. He looked at Derek in surprise, "Grandpa, are you serious?"
A faint blush appeared on Derek's pale face, his blood boiling, clearly pissed off. "Get out."
Seeing that his grandpa was really mad, Walter hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I realized my mistake."
Derek looked at the panicked and regretful Walter, feeling a mix of emotions. Finally, he sighed and said, "Apologize to Edwin, now."
Walter had never seen Derek so beat down. He didn't dare argue anymore and quickly apologized to Edwin.
No matter what, Walter was his grandson, and Derek had watched him grow up. Now, knowing he was about to kick the bucket, Derek found peace with him. He reached out his hand, and Walter finally got the hint, quickly squatting down and letting Derek's rough hand touch his face.
"Walter, you're not a bad kid. Your biggest problem is your temper and lack of manners. This will bite you in the ass someday." Derek's tone was unusually gentle, filled with worry .
Walter's eyes immediately welled up, "Grandpa, I know I messed up. You gotta get better soon."
"I'm eighty-two years old. I've had a good run." Derek smiled, showing no fear of death, only a calm acceptance that was admirable, "It's been decades. I should go see my old buddies." Derek continued.
Hearing this, Walter panicked, "Grandpa, don't talk like that. You'll be fine."
Derek smiled slightly but didn't say anything. Suddenly, he started coughing violently, the sound echoing through the room. Soon, he coughed up some dark-colored blood.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Don't scare me." Walter was completely freaked out, tears streaming down his face.
Edwin and the other doctors couldn't waste any more time and pushed Walter aside to start treating Derek.
They were some of the top doctors around. But even they were helpless in Derek's situation. They could address the symptoms, not the root cause.
Derek felt a bit better again, but his face looked even worse than before, almost bloodless and turning blue—a frightening sight.
"Edwin, you don't need to waste any more energy. You've done your best these past few days. I can see clearly that it's time for me to see my old friends." Derek's voice was weak, but his smile remained unchanged.
At this moment, Joe chimed in, "Edwin, didn't you say Dr. Smith could cure Derek? What are you waiting for? Call him and get him here."
Edwin suddenly remembered and slapped his forehead, "Right, how could I forget Mr. Smith? If he's here, there's still some hope."
Saying this, he took out his phone to call James. A doctor nearby shook his head, "Given Derek's current condition, I don't think even Dr. Smith can do much for him at this point."
His words were met with nods from the other doctors. Although they admired James's medical skills, Derek's condition was already critical, his chance of survival ebbing away every second. Only a miracle, maybe from God, could save him.
Edwin said resolutely, "No, Mr. Smith is full of miracles. With him here, Derek can definitely be cured."
At the same time, James had just finished eating and was about to part ways with Emberlyn and go home to rest when his phone rang. Seeing it was Edwin calling, he answered.
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