Tece took Desmond and drove all the way to the Evans Family’s medical center.
This medical center not only has top experts from several departments, but it is even equipped with several ICU intensive care units, delivery rooms and operating rooms. The hardware facilities here are even fully capable of handling the world’s most complex organ transplant operations.
At this moment, the Evans Family’s old man, Lord Evans, was lying in the largest ICU ward of the medical center. His body is plugged with all kinds of equipment and tubes and his entire face is covered in an oxygen mask, relying on a ventilator to barely maintain his faint breath. His partner, Charlie’s grandmother, was sitting beside him, her hands constantly rubbing his right hand gently, tears already breaking.
A few doctors were at his side, but there was nothing more they could do now. In their eyes, Lord Evan’s life is coming to an end, just like the wick that has burned the last drop of oil, the flame is so small that it is almost invisible, while still shrinking irregularly, it seems that it may go out at any time.
The only thing they can do is to wait for the complete extinction of the flame, not that they do not want to intervene but in this situation, even if the breathing rate is a little louder, it is possible to blow out the last flame, so the best way to deal with it is not to interfere with it and let it go to the embers wick in the last remaining oil.
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