She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 170 - He Can’t Accept Hope Williams Leaving

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 He Can’t Accept Hope Williams Leaving

Hope Williams was rushed to the hospital, and her surgery went on from noon until night.

Outside the silent emergency room stood a man, motionless, his presence so oppressive it was suffocating.

Some medical staff couldn’t help but take a few more glances at the man, only to notice his blood-stained hands trembling slightly.

His eyes were hollow with fear, an endless fear.

Sharp pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

The girl he had held so delicately in his hands, fearing the slightest injury, had been hurt beyond recognition overnight, her life hanging by a thread.

Waylon Lewis couldn’t accept it.

In the shadows, Liam Cloud leaned against the wall smoking. His gaze narrowed towards the continuously lit operating room. His fingers trembled as they pinched the cigarette, not feeling the burn until it reached his fingers, which brought him back to reality.

Waylon Lewis didn’t know how long it had been when he sat down on the chair, exhausted, and closed his eyes.

Hope will be okay!

She has to be!

He comforted himself over and over, hoping to find some solace in those words.

The doors to the operating room opened.

Waylon Lewis stood up as fast as he could, a burst of energy rushing to his head, his vision darkening as Thomas Hughes quickly stepped forward to support him.

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Waylon Lewis pushed Thomas Hughes aside, “She’s okay, right?” Waylon Lewis asked, staring at the doctor.

The doctor paused, removed his mask, “She’s been badly injured. The whip wounds have damaged internal organs, and the gunshot wound on her leg has become inflamed due to delayed treatment, leading to a high fever of forty degrees upon arrival. The shoulder injury is deep and has bled a lot, but fortunately, she was brought in time, and for now, there is no immediate danger to her life.”

Waylon Lewis’s eyes dimmed then brightened, his brows furrowed then relaxed, and his clenched hands made a cracking sound.

He didn’t know whether he should be relieved by this outcome.

At least Hope was alive.

But her injuries were severe, and he had not dared to look at them when he held her.

When he saw her, she was covered in blood, as fragile as a broken porcelain doll, threatening to shatter with the slightest touch.

After a moment, he asked again, “When will she wake up?”

Patients waking up was beyond a doctor’s certainty.

The doctor, feeling the chill emanating from Waylon Lewis, lowered his head, the words on his lips spoken without confidence, fearing that the wrong word might freeze him on the spot.

Seeing that the doctor hadn’t answered, Waylon Lewis’s urgency added to his chill, prompting the doctor to say, “…it’s hard to say, it depends on her own will, but if the patient doesn’t wake up within seventy-two hours, there could be danger.”

Waylon Lewis’s profound gaze grew heavier.

In the ICU, Waylon Lewis didn’t leave for a moment. He sat there by Hope Williams’s bedside, watching the girl hooked up to machines, tears blurring his vision without him realizing.

He gently held Hope’s cold hand to his lips, kissing it over and over, “Hope… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

He bowed his head deeply, his voice full of self-blame.

If he had answered that phone call, maybe things wouldn’t be like this.

Why didn’t he answer that phone call?

He truly deserved to die.

Why wasn’t it him lying in the hospital bed full of injuries and hooked up to machines?

Hope, please wake up. I won’t get angry with you anymore. I was wrong. Are you angry with me? Wake up and hit me, yell at me, just please wake up.

“Hope… Hope…” Waylon Lewis called out her name over and over again, hoping it could somehow wake her.

Over the next few days, Waylon Lewis stayed with Hope in the hospital, but he didn’t dare tell Luke and Willow that their Mommy was still on the brink of life and death.

Thomas Hughes would visit twice a day, finding Waylon Lewis sitting by Hope’s bedside holding her hand in the morning, and still in the same position when he returned in the evening.

He kept watching her, afraid that if he blinked, the person in front of him would disappear.

On the seventh day, Hope still hadn’t awoken.

The hospital had issued several critical condition notices.

The doctors came and went repeatedly, but in the end, they had no choice but to tell Waylon Lewis the worst possibility, “If she doesn’t wake up in the next twenty-four hours, there’s nothing more we can do.”

Exhaustion crawled over Waylon Lewis’s handsome face, his eyes dimmed, without a hint of light.

The doctor finished changing Hope’s dressing, walked out of the ICU helplessly.

Life and death are determined by fate; no one can change that.

After the doctor left, the silence of the ICU ward was only pierced by the beeping of machines and Waylon Lewis’s low, hoarse voice.

“Aren’t you still angry with me for losing my temper with you? Are you mad that I didn’t answer your phone call?”

Waylon Lewis gazed down, gently tucking Hope Williams’s stray bangs behind her ear, and softly asked her.

“If you’re mad at me, then get up, hit me, chop me with a knife, as long as you can wake up, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, okay?”

There was no response to his plea.

“Hope, can you hear me? Are you going to leave me, Luke, and Willow? Luke and Willow are so reliant on you, they can’t be without you, do you know that?

I can’t be without you either, do you know that?”

Hope, do you know I regret it? I regret asking for a divorce, I regret losing my temper at you, I regret not answering your calls.

Hope, you promised me a chance to start over, you can’t go back on your word.

He had never felt such heartache as he did at this moment, as if a knife was wildly stirring at his heart, causing unbearable pain.

He could not accept Hope leaving him.

He wouldn’t allow Hope to leave.

“Hope, wake up!”

Waylon Lewis threw a fierce punch against the wall nearby, his endless sorrow bottled up inside, desperately trying to vent his emotions.

By nightfall,

Waylon Lewis had lost count of how many times he had checked the vital signs on the monitor, fearing that any slight drop might mean Hope leaving him at that very moment.

Waylon Lewis spoke countless words to Hope; it was as if he needed to tell her everything he had ever wanted to say in his lifetime.

Two hours before sunrise, it felt like the final judgment.

Waylon Lewis gazed down at the motionless girl on the bed, pleading weakly and earnestly, “Please, don’t go, don’t leave…”

Hope’s hand under the blanket twitched slightly.

A sensation of numbness spread throughout her body.

Her ears faintly caught the deep voice of Waylon Lewis.

His voice was incredibly gentle but laden with anguish, reluctance, and despair, his entreaties softly grazing her heart.

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she struggled to open her eyes. When she turned her gaze to the edge of her eye socket, she saw the man looking down.

Her hand moved, struggling to reach outside the blanket, lightly touching Waylon Lewis.

In the next moment, Waylon Lewis’s body stiffened.

Hope struggled to raise her hand, touching his head. It had been so long since she had spoken, it was difficult, her voice was hoarse, “Why are you crying? I’m not dead, am I?”

Instantly, Waylon Lewis looked at her with eyes wide in astonishment.

He held onto her hand tightly, gripping it firmly.

“Hope…” Waylon Lewis tentatively called her name.

“Yep, I’m here. You’re not still scared I’m not real, are you?” Hope teased with a faint smile.

“Doctor, doctor!” Waylon Lewis cried out in ecstatic joy, as delighted as a child who had rediscovered a treasured toy, “You’re awake, it’s good you’ve woken up.”

A flood of doctors rushed in upon hearing the call.

Because Hope had not awakened, a notice of critical illness had been issued; they feared she might stop breathing at any moment, and they were waiting outside, taking turns, ready to resuscitate her.

Waylon Lewis’s anxious calls made them think the patient was in a dire situation; they were prepared for the last-resort lifesaving efforts.

But their gaze fixated on Hope, and upon seeing her face, they realized her eyes were open.

One by one, the doctors were astonished to witness what seemed like a great miracle.

The doctors conducted a thorough examination of Hope. Generally, once someone in her condition woke up, the prognosis would improve, and there wouldn’t be any more life-threatening danger.

This news was the best that Waylon Lewis had heard in recent days.

Seeing Waylon Lewis tense and utterly focused, Hope cracked a slight smile, “Don’t be afraid; now that I’m awake, I won’t die.”

The doctors completed their examination and immediately left, giving the two some space.

During this time, they had clearly seen this man stay beside the woman day and night, never willing to leave for a moment.

He had spoken so much to her, holding her hand; he loved this woman deeply.

Hope saw that Waylon Lewis was still frozen in place, and she called out to him, helplessly knowing that he must have been terribly frightened during the days of her coma.

“Waylon,” Hope Williams called to him softly, her voice gentle and tender, “come here for a second.”

Waylon Lewis obediently walked over to her side.

Hope Williams couldn’t move her body yet, so she said again, “Bend down.”

Hope Williams looked into his hollow, fearful eyes. As he bent down, Hope Williams lifted her head slightly and kissed his cold lips.

Waylon Lewis froze, his breath halting for a moment.

“Are you sure now?”

Hope Williams asked him.

Waylon Lewis held the back of Hope Williams’s head, deepening the kiss.

After a while, Waylon Lewis released her, holding her neck, his nose touching hers, “They said you were almost gone.”

He was scared, truly scared.

Scared that she was leaving, that she would leave him behind.

He had even begun to consider the worst outcome—if she really left, he wanted nothing else but to go with her.

Thankfully, she was alright, she had woken up.

Hope Williams shifted slightly, having laid in the hospital bed for so long, her body felt as if it was falling apart, a couple of creaking joint sounds emanated as she moved.

“Don’t move,” Waylon Lewis pressed her body back down.

“Waylon Lewis, it’s alright now, really,” Hope Williams’s voice gently comforted him.

“Yeah, that’s good.” The two were extremely close, feeling each other’s breath, each one incredibly real.

…

The morning sun rose slowly, shining through the pristine glass windows and scattering over the cold hospital room, lighting up her bed with a hint of warmth.

Hope Williams looked slowly out the window and remarked, “The weather is very nice today, don’t you think so, Waylon Lewis?”

“Yeah.”

Waylon Lewis slowly fed Hope Williams porridge, as she hadn’t eaten in a long while and was extremely hungry.

The porridge, mixed with shreds of meat, was fragrant and sticky, and Hope Williams ate quite a bit.

“Did you eat, Waylon Lewis?”

“I did.”

“You’re lying,” Hope Williams bluntly exposed him. Since she had awakened, he had been taking care of her nonstop; when would he have had time to eat?

Waylon Lewis passed another spoonful of porridge to her, but Hope Williams didn’t open her mouth, her star-like eyes fixed on Waylon Lewis.

“What is it?”

“You eat,” Hope Williams said, seeing that Waylon Lewis had become much thinner, her eyes filled with distress.

“I’ll eat later, you finish first,” Waylon Lewis insisted, bringing the spoon to her mouth.

Hope Williams was even more stubborn, turning her head away.

“Hope Williams!”

“Hisss—” Hope suddenly clutched at her chest.

Waylon Lewis anxiously put down the bowl of porridge and supported Hope Williams, “What’s wrong? Are you in discomfort?”

“My heart hurts,” Hope Williams gasped for air.

Waylon Lewis’s expression darkened, “I’ll go call the doctor.”

“Hey, don’t.” Hope Williams grabbed his hand, “You finish breakfast and then go rest, and I won’t feel the pain anymore.”

Waylon Lewis turned to look at the small woman, her eyes smiling, showing no sign of discomfort.

“Hmm? So you want me to feel heartache? I might just die of it,” Hope Williams let go of his hand, turning her head away arrogantly, not looking at him.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Waylon Lewis scolded her.

Hope Williams didn’t look at him, “Then finish your breakfast and go rest.”

Waylon Lewis sighed helplessly.

He had always been at a loss when it came to this ancestor.

Hope Williams’s eyes stealthily shifted, sneakily observing Waylon Lewis’s expression.

Waylon Lewis picked up the bowl and ate the remaining food from Hope Williams elegantly.

Hope Williams’s face was adorned with a gentle smile, “That’s more like it.”

“By the way, where are Luke and Willow?” Hope thought. During these days she’d been missing, both kids must have been terribly worried.

“They’re at home.”

“Mm, do they know I’ve been injured?” Hope missed the two little ones, but she was also concerned they might be worrying about her.

“Mm, I’ve already sent Wyatt Lewis to bring them over.”

As soon as Waylon’s voice fell, a loud call came from the doorway.

“My dearest sister-in-law, are you alright?”

Wyatt charged into the room with the two kids running beside him, his towering figure casting a shadow beside the bed, and suddenly Hope felt the light dim by her side.

When Wyatt and Luke with Willow entered, they saw bandages on Hope’s legs and her pale, weak-looking face.

“Mommy~” Luke called out to Hope with a pained voice.

“Wah~” Willow burst into tears immediately.

“Mommy must be in so much pain, ah~” Luke blinked twice, large tears dropping down like they were free.

These days there had been no word from Waylon and Hope, and Thomas Hughes only told them everything was fine.

But if everything was fine, why wouldn’t Daddy and Mommy come back?

Luke and Willow weren’t fools; they guessed something must have happened to Hope.

It wasn’t until this morning that they were informed Hope was now in the hospital.

Wyatt immediately rushed them over, and they had both been crying all the way here.

“Sister-in-law, you had us worried sick.”

“Hope, Hope.”

Another voice sounded at the door.

Aria Richardson rushed in like a whirlwind, and upon seeing Hope, the tears that had been suppressed in her eyes suddenly started to swell crazily.

“I…” Just as Hope started to speak, Aria’s tears were already flowing.

“How could this happen to Hope? Who kidnapped you? I’m going to take revenge for you right now, wuwuwu~”

Instantly, the hospital room filled with crying, like a symphony of sorrow, and anyone unaware would think a funeral was taking place.

The mournful atmosphere even made passersby outside peer inside before shaking their heads silently and walking away.

Hope gently tugged at her lips, “Actually… I’m fine, please don’t cry…”

“How can you be fine? You were so seriously injured, and we’ve been on tenterhooks ever since you disappeared,” lamented Aria, clearly heartbroken.

Luke and Willow, having been worried and scared for so many days, now let all their emotions pour out and couldn’t be consoled.

Hope helplessly said, “Please stop crying, I really am fine, a few days of rest and I’ll be alright.”

But alas, Hope’s voice was still weak and immediately drowned out by the loud wailing.

“I really…”

“Get out.” Waylon’s brows were tightly furrowed as he yelled angrily.

Aria and Wyatt blinked, Aria’s cries abruptly stopping, not forgetting to cover Luke and Willow’s mouths in the process.

Luke and Willow blinked twice, unsure how to react to their daddy.

Hope finally got a chance to speak, “I really am okay, don’t worry, stop crying, it’s truly a bit noisy… Luke, Willow, Mommy can’t hold you right now, but please stop crying, okay? Otherwise, it’ll make me want to cry and wouldn’t you feel sad seeing Mommy cry?”

Luke and Willow listened to Hope the most. Their tears still wouldn’t stop, but at least their crying quieted, and they shook their heads with effort.

“That’s better, Mommy doesn’t want to see you sad.”

After Aria and Wyatt stayed a while in the hospital, they were impatiently dismissed by Waylon, but Luke and Willow were spared, protected by Hope.

“Waylon, you should go back and rest, as we agreed earlier,” Hope said, noticing the dark circles under Waylon’s eyes, obviously from lack of sleep. He must be exhausted from this ordeal, and it pained her to see him like this.

Unable to argue with Hope, Waylon was shooed out of the ward.

When Waylon emerged from the hospital, Thomas Hughes swiftly went ahead to open the car door. Waylon sat down, looking tired, and rubbed his brow.

“Did you get everything sorted out?”