Chapter 414: The Warning Lines (part two)

Meanwhile, Daisy couldn't rest at all. She kept pacing restlessly outside of the surgery room. Heads turned, eyes went wide for her as her clothes were stained with Edward's blood.

Mrs. Mu, please sit down and rest for a while! I have just called your in laws, I am sure they'll be here in no time." The moment Edward was sent into the OR, Luke immediately called Jonathan. He felt obliged to inform Edward's parents about their son's situation. Jonathan paused for a long time on the phone. Luke could imagine how devastated the old man was when he heard the sad news.

"Luke, Tom is renowned for his extraordinary skills, isn't he?" Daisy felt nervous about the surgery. Although Tom had promised her that he would deliver a sound Edward to her in no time, she still couldn't help thinking about the worst.

Of course, domestically, he ranks among the top surgeons. However, I don't know what is his reputation across the globe." Luke only cared about Edward, he didn't pay much attention to Edward's friends. Therefore, he couldn't give Daisy an objective review on Tom's medical skills.

"Colonel, have a sip please." Hawkeye gently handed a cup of hot coffee to Daisy. His boss was always a tough woman. Right now, he was not used to seeing her being scared and weak.

Thank you! You should head back and support them! I will be fine." Daisy took a sip of the coffee to soothe her nerves. Edward was still in danger and she needed to be brave for him. She was also surprised to see Hawkeye's kind gesture. Her soldiers were all tough men who underwent hard training day and night. However, they were also gentle and considerate when they needed to be.

"Yes, Colonel. I will set off now to support them. Please take good care of yourself and don't worry too much. I am sure Edward will be fine." As a special forces soldier, he had faced many critical situations. He was quite indifferent to death itself. However, he was greatly moved by the love between his Colonel and her husband. He couldn't bear to see the sad look on her face.

"Sure. Go ahead! Be safe." Daisy lifted her hand and brushed the loose hair away from her eyes. Her heart and soul were filled with a sorrow and loneliness that encompassed her entire being. It was once Edward's favorite thing, he loved to tidy her hair for her and she enjoyed every bit of his gentle touch. He treated her as the apple of his eye when he moved some of her hair away from her eyes. She knew that was his unique way of saying "I love you". But right now, he was lying there on the cold surgery table, not knowing how desperately she wanted him back.

Hawkeye stood straight, solemnly saluted to Daisy and strode away. Although his face was covered with greasepaint and his look couldn't be read easily, Daisy still could sense his deep concern for her from his last heated gaze.

All of sudden an alarm went off. The surgeons scrambled to different positions to respond to this new development. "Doctor Qin, the patient's heart just stopped!" The sudden panicky shouted from the assistant made Tom raise an eyebrow. He was not pleased at his assistant's reaction. When operating a critical surgery, one should always remain calm. He wondered if he had used the wrong guy for this job. Was this actually his first time in surgery? How could he possibly not foresee a situation like that?

"Insert 1mg E and 0.1g Lidocaine and 1mg Atropine now. Start the closed thoracic drainage and keep the blood transfer smooth." Tom straightened his back as he calmly gave a string of orders to the rest. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but his hands were steady and his attention was fully focused. The bullet went through the lung, but fortunately it missed the heart. Otherwise, Edward would have died onsite and they wouldn't be able to rescue him right now here in the hospital. The surgery went on for a long and tedious time.

The surgery went on for a long and tedious time. Anything could happen at any time. Cynthia rapidly walked over with Jonathan's arm around her waist. The moment she learned about the tragedy, she fainted. Jonathan picked her up, and it was his strong arms that enabled her to come to the hospital. Justin was walking beside them, his eyes were red and his tiny face was covered with the salty trails of dried up tears.

"Mom, Dad." Daisy painfully bit on her bottom lip. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she saw her family walking toward her.

"My dear child, don't be afraid. Everything will turn out fine." Cynthia opened her arms and embraced Daisy tightly. She didn't care about the blood stain on her clothes at all. At this moment, all she wanted to do was to give Daisy a warm hug and comfort her trembling heart. Cynthia patted Daisy's back softly. She was petrified herself but she couldn't show her weakness as she knew right now Daisy needed the comfort.

"Mom, I am so sorry. It was all my fault. He only caught the bullet to rescue me. If I ...If I..." Tears rapidly ran down her cheeks. Standing right in front of the surgery room where the love of her life was lying, Daisy was no longer a tough female Colonel, nor was she a cold-faced fighter confronting gangsters. Right now, she was just a weak woman who cared greatly about the life of her husband.

Don't talk like that. It is his responsibility to save your life. Please don't blame yourself for what happened, otherwise he'll feel bad when he wakes up." Cynthia shook her head and tried her best to comfort Daisy. However, as a mother, she couldn't help worrying about her son. She trembled uncontrollably at the thought of the worst outcome.

"Mommy, is Daddy still being operated on?" Justin raised his head and tried to ask her in a calm voice. He was scared, sad and yet he had to pretend that he was brave enough to face the tragedy. In front of his beloved mother, he was always the devoted son who would provide support and comfort for her anytime and anywhere. Right now, he needed to be strong for her.

"Justin." Daisy left Cynthia's arms, knelt down on the floor and hugged Justin with all her force as if someone was going to steal him away from her.

"Mommy, stop crying. Otherwise, you won't look pretty anymore! Daddy only loves pretty ladies. So you should stop crying and make yourself pretty so that when Daddy wakes up, he gets to see the best version of you." Justin bit on his bottom lip hard. He bravely raised his head and forced himself to look at the ceiling. He couldn't let tears run down his cheeks in front of his mother. He believed that his father would be fine eventually. He wanted him back. He had just had a taste of Father's love, it would be way too cruel to be deprived of that so soon.

What's going on, where are all the bodyguards?" Jonathan cast a glance at Luke. He raised his eyebrows in distress. He thought Cynthia was all he could care about in his heart, however it turned out that he cared about his son just as much. The moment he received Luke's call, he felt dizzy. What Luke said to him gave him such a huge blow that he almost passed out.

Deep down, he cared. It was only when he was about to lose him that he realized how much he cherished his son. For years, he thought Edward was just a gift that he gave his wife under her constant begging.

Subconsciously, he had always kept his distance from his son. Judging from his reaction today, it was not that simple. He was not that emotionally detached from his son as he thought he would be. He had missed a lot of things in his relationship with his son. The bond seemed much stronger than he had thought. He hated to admit that, for years, he had been taking things for granted. Some feelings were hard to describe and yet he had to face them and make it up to his son as soon as he woke up.

"Dad, I'm terribly sorry. It's my fault. I thought that with the help of Mrs. Mu, I would be able to handle the situation. I never thought things would get that nasty and cause this tragedy."

Luke's face turned dark at the thought of the bodyguards. He blamed himself for not training them as efficiently as he should have. They didn't get there until the fighting was done. Edward was already wounded by then, therefore their arrival appeared ridiculously useless. He just hoped that Tom could salvage things where he had failed.