Chapter 14

There were two reports in Nathan's hand, the veins in his forehead bulging. The assistant stood on the side and said, "Your blood type is type A, and Miss Lane's blood type is type B. The doctor said that you two have different blood types, and it is basically impossible for her to give you her liver. But in medicine, anything is possible. Do you need me to check it up again? " Nathan had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. And an idea was forming and became clearer and clearer. He felt irritated again. The woman who killed his sister had finally left. He should be happy. Why would he always think of her? When he was dying, Karen gave him her liver. This was witnessed by his family and doctors. What made him start doubting about it? He must be insane! He tore the reports into pieces and said, "No, not necessary." "Okay," the assistant left quietly, puzzled though. Washington, USA. Four seasons are distinct and always come on time. Now it was a warm season. Ronaim was lying in bed, pale. The doctor's words echoed through her mind. "Ms. Joe, I advise you to have an abortion right away. The fetus is getting bigger, gradually compressing your liver. When it is twenty-four weeks old, you will have complications that can endanger your life at any time. And, according to the examination, you had an open abdominal operation three months ago, which is very unsuitable for pregnancy and may lead to belly rupture. I hope you think it over seriously." She shook her head as hard as she could. "No, I want to keep baby!" Jonah frowned. "Ronaim, your liver is missing a part. The doctor said in two years your liver will grow back to the original size. By that time it will not have any problem if you get pregnant. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" "Where am I going to find Nathan in two years, and how can I give birth to a baby for him?" Ronaim said, choked. "I have to keep this baby." She begged the doctor again, "Can you keep a close eye on my situation? When I can't keep it anymore, I'll have the surgery, okay?" Doctor reluctantly agreed to pay close attention to Ronaim and the fetus' growing with the help of advanced medical facilities available. Ronaim lay in bed with her eyes closed, puzzled, wondering why she had lost a piece of her liver. She knew three months ago that she and Nathan had a car accident. Nathan's liver ruptured and she had three broken ribs. They both had undergone major surgeries. After the accident, Karen became Nathan's lifesaver, and Nathan filed for divorce as soon as he was discharged from the hospital. Nathan married her to revenge her and divorced her to return his gratitude to Karen. Ronaim smiled bitterly. Karen was right. She was really a wretch. Jonah flew to Washington every other week to keep Ronaim company in the hospital for two days, then flew back to shoot the play. Six months passed. Ronaim's belly was getting bigger, and the situation was getting grimmer too. In these months, Ronaim became emaciated day by day, and all sorts of pregnancy complications emerged. She could not eat every day; she threw out even every drop of water she drank; occasionally she went out for a walk and ended up passing out in the garden. So finally she had to lie in bed every day to protect the baby. The doctor looked at the ultrasonic scan report and said seriously, "Your internal organs can't sustain two lives now. You must have the surgery immediately." "No, the baby just kicked me. I can't give up on him." Ronaim covered her belly with her hands and tears streamed down her face. "The survival rate is 70% at 30 weeks. If you do not have the surgery, you and your baby will die at any time. You are my patient and I have to be responsible for you." The doctor could not help but instruct the nurse to make arrangements for the surgery, while he stared at Ronaim, waiting for her to sign the agreement on surgery. Ronaim felt her belly going to burst, and she stroked the belly with her trembling hands. "Ronaim, why are you still hesitating? Maybe the baby can survive if you have surgery now!" Jonah shouted anxiously. "If you don't listen to the doctor, you won't be able to live, and the baby won't be able to live either!" The baby was only seven months old. It was so small. Could it survive if she had a C-section? Ronaim felt a throbbing pain in her heart. She closed her eyes and signed her name on the paper while shivering. She lay on a gurney and let the nurse pushed her into the operating room. Twenty minutes later, crying of a baby sounded inside the operating room. Ronaim breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to look up at the baby, the operating room suddenly was dead silent. There wasn't any sound from the baby. The midwife turned the baby upside down and patted it on the soles. A few minutes passed, but the baby's face was still dark and there wasn't any sound from it. "Quick, prepare for surgery, baby cardiac arrests!" "God, massive hemorrhage of the mother…"