CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: THE HOLIDAY IS OVER 1

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Friday was the day Edward Stephens underwent the bone marrow transplant surgery.

After another round of check-ups at the hospital, Edward changed into a hospital gown and followed the doctors and nurses into the operating chamber.

"Edward!"

Daisy Ginger, who had also changed into a hospital gown to donate bone marrow for him, suddenly ran over from the crowd, grabbing his hand and fiercely saying to him, "Edward Stephens, I’ve already married you. If this time you dare to make me a widow, I won’t let you off even if you die!"

Her voice was a bit loud, drawing the attention of the nearby nurses and doctors. Edward’s face darkened as he looked at Daisy Ginger in front of him.

Daisy’s complexion wasn’t good, her eyes slightly red, and her cheeks appeared somewhat pale. Her slender fingertips that were gripping his hand were cold and without warmth.

She looked flustered, uneasy, like a homeless cat.

Edward’s rebuke turned into a small sigh. He quietly watched her for a little while, then gently withdrew his hand from her palm and said, "It’s fine."

Then he turned around and calmly followed the doctors into the operating chamber.

Daisy stood at the entrance, pressing her lips together, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.

In the business world, a ninety-nine percent success rate almost guarantees success.

But in surgical treatment, even a one percent failure is intolerable.

Clearly, not long ago she was using the bone marrow as leverage to threaten Edward Stephens but when it came to the surgery, she wished she could heal him one hundred percent.

"Miss Ginger," a nurse approached her and gently said, "We should also get ready."

Daisy nodded lightly, took one last look at the operating chamber, and followed the nurse away.

*

Daisy was helped up gently by a nurse from the bed in the bone marrow puncture room, frowning.

Even though she had been given anesthesia, the pain still made her break out in a cold sweat.

A nurse handed her a cup of warm water, "Miss Ginger, for the next few days, don’t engage in any vigorous activities. Avoid getting the puncture wound on your back wet. If you feel any discomfort, remember to contact us, the doctors."

Daisy nodded, took a sip of water, and let the warmth moisten her dry mouth.

"It’s best for you to stay in the hospital for a day; that way, if there’s any discomfort, we can detect it in time."

Daisy pushed her away, shaking her head, "I’m fine."

The door to the puncture room opened, and unexpectedly, it wasn’t a nurse at the door. Daisy glanced at the person and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Director Ginger, there’s a bit of trouble with the shareholders," said the secretary who had been waiting at the door for two hours. He knew the timing was off, given her pale face, but he plowed through cautiously, saying, "They’re demanding you return to the company right away to hold a shareholders’ meeting."

Daisy paused slightly. She looked calmly at her secretary, then said, "I understand. Go wait for me in the car downstairs, I’ll be there shortly."

The secretary, seeing her agree, quickly nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and swiftly left. Daisy remained standing and gently exhaled before turning to the nearby nurse with a smile, "I’m sorry, could you bring my clothes over? I’m in a bit of a hurry."

"Miss Ginger, but you need to rest..." the young nurse replied softly, but seeing Daisy’s face, she didn’t dare refuse her request.