Chapter 524 Please, Dr Shaw
The man gazed at Cherise solemnly. “I’m aware of the high risk involved in the surgery, and if a choice must be made later…”
“Please prioritize the mother.”
“I want her to survive.”
A hint of smile appeared in Cherise’s clear eyes. “Maeve is fortunate to have met you.”
Throughout her medical career, Cherise had witnessed countless men abandon hope in the face of their wives’ severe illnesses,
Maeve’s symptoms bore a striking resemblance to those of her mother’s.
In such a predicament, even if the surgery failed and the child was lost, Maeve’s life expectancy would still be tragically short. Charles should be well aware of this.
Yet, he resolutely insisted on prioritizing Maeve’s safety, expressing his desire for her to live.
His love for Maeve was undoubtedly heart-touching.
“Please, Dr. Shaw.”
Charles inhaled deeply, his voice barely above a whisper.
Cherise looked at the sorrowful man whose face was streaked with tears. “Rest assured. I will do my best to work closely with the obstetrician and strive to ensure the safety of both your wife and child. If a decision must be made, you will be asked to sign a consent form.”
With that, she strode toward the conference room determinedly.
Maeve’s condition was complex.
It wasn’t merely a cardiac issue but also related to obstetrics.
Cherise needed to discuss the situation in detail with the obstetrician and formulate a comprehensive surgical plan.
She arrived at the hospital immediately after her morning class ended at half past ten.
By the time she and the other doctors had devised a surgical plan, it was already three in the afternoon.
Lucy offered Cherise a cup of warm milk. “Why not let me handle it? You can guide me, and I’ll perform the surgery.”
Lucy said concernedly, “Cherise, you know your limitations. Everyone else believes that you’ve refrained from performing heart surgeries due to a hand injury five years ago. But the truth is…”
She paused and pursed her lips before finally releasing a heavy sigh. “Maeve and Aunt Charisa’s symptoms are so similar. Will you be able to overcome it?”
Cherise accepted the milk. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, she looked at the patients and medical staff bustling outside the hospital. “It’s precisely because her condition is similar to my mom’s…. That I feel compelled to try.”
She took a sip of the milk.
The warmth of the drink brought back memories of a few years ago when the woman handed her a cup of milk with a smile.
“Cherise, thank you for always being there for me.”
“I know you’re still holding onto that person… You gave up the man you deeply love for my sake. Is it worth it?”
At that time, Cherise lay in Charisa’s arms. “For you, everything is worth it.”
Cherise closed her eyes.
“I’ve dedicated five years to studying this heart disease. I believe it’s time to evaluate the results.”
The surgery spanned from four in the afternoon to five in the morning the following day.
For thirteen hours, Cherise remained focused at the operating table.
As the final stitch was sewn, she exhaled a sigh of relief and leaned weakly against the operating room wall.
The baby’s cry echoed through the room, and Maeve slowly opened her eyes.
Her pupils dilated when she caught sight of Cherise across the room.
“Che…”
“That’s Dr. Shaw.
The nurse, who was putting away the surgery instruments, wore a faint smile and introduced Cherise. “Dr. Shaw is the most prestigious cardiologist in our hospital.”
