The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 61 - This Is A Matter Of Life And Death.

Chapter 61: This Is A Matter Of Life And Death.

“The fragments of the ceiling may have gotten into his internal organs, so moving him may damage his blood vessels.”

Claire walked over, squatted on one knee in front of Evans, and checked his injury with a calm face.

Then, she probed his breath and pulse and opened his eyelids to check his pupils.

“Did you call 911?” Claire tilted her head, abnormally calm.

“Ye… yes.”

Someone asked. “What should we do now?”

Claire sat directly on the floor, her side face concealed by the shadow. “Do nothing but wait.”

“Oh, alright.”

Everyone stared at Claire with wide eyes, as if she was their savior.

Even they themselves wondered why they chose to rely on a girl in such a crisis.

Soon, the ambulance arrived.

Several nurses rushed in and carefully carried Evans into the ambulance. Claire also got in and sat beside Evans.

In the ambulance, a nurse was inspecting the injury, and another nurse took out a form to record. They seemed to be in a panic.

“The patient is 80 years old,” Claire said, her voice as calm as a puddle of stagnant water. “Unconscious, weak breathing, slow carotid pulsation, both legs broken, pupils dilated and having no response to light. He may have an intracranial injury, and fragments of the chandelier plunged into his internal organs…”

The nurse hurriedly wrote it all down. Suddenly, she realized that something was wrong. She raised her head and looked at Claire blankly. “Who are you? Are you a doctor?”

“…”

Claire lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The other nurse finished checking and was stunned. “It’s exactly the same as what she said…!”

When they arrived at the hospital, Evans had finished with the initial examination.

Ada’s eyes were swollen from crying. She grabbed a doctor’s arm and asked hurriedly. “How is my dad? Is his life in danger?”

The doctor pointed to the X-ray film. “The chandelier fragments penetrated the patient’s stomach and lungs. We must operate on him at once to remove the fragments and then suture the wound.”

Phoebe cried and begged. “Doctor, please save my grandfather.”

A nurse comforted her. “Dr. Zhao is the best surgeon in our hospital. He has done more than a thousand operations like this. Please don’t worry.”

Dr. Zhao told the nurse. “We can’t wait any longer. Prepare for the operation.”

Several nurses were about to push Evans into the operating room.

“Wait a minute.”

Claire suddenly stepped forward, blocking their way.

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

Ada shouted anxiously. “Claire, what are you doing!”

Claire didn’t say a word, flipped up Evans’s clothes, stared at his waist, and slightly narrowed her eyes.

After a while, she asked Dr. Zhao. “Doctor, how are you going to operate on him?”

Doctor Zhao was taken aback for a moment and then pointed to Evans’s stomach. “Cut from here and take out the fragments on the stomach and lungs.”

“Wrong.” Claire pointed to Evans’s waist and said unhurriedly, “There is still a fragment hidden in his ribs, only millimeters away from the kidney, which may cut into his kidney at any time. So, you should cut from the waist.”

Doctor Zhao thought her words were ridiculous. “Little girl, this is a matter of life and death. Don’t talk nonsense.”

Ada staggered and grabbed Claire, scolding loudly. “Claire, shut up, stop messing around, okay?!”

A gleam of impatience flickered across Claire’s beautiful eyes. She threw Ada’s hand away, pressed Evans’s waist with her thumb, and then loosened it. The skin and flesh in that place sank deep and didn’t bounce back for a long time.

“Did you see it? His waist has lost its elasticity, which is enough to prove that something in here has caused a blood blockage.”