Although he kept telling himself this, Titus Zane plunged into Abigail Zimmerman’s arms once again.
The doctor helped him put on a sterile suit, and Xiao Li also got changed, as Titus Zane’s condition required someone to accompany him.
Titus Zane kept telling himself to be strong, but his legs felt numb, and he needed support even to walk into the emergency room.
In the emergency room, several doctors stood in front of the surgical table, with Nathan Moore lying on it, his handsome pale face utterly devoid of color.
"Nathan..." Titus Zane murmured, and before he could make it to the surgical table, he already stretched out his hand, the two doctors stepped aside, and Xiao Li supported him to come forward.
Titus Zane’s trembling hand touched Nathan Moore’s face, gently caressing it, tears streaming down his face as he talked to himself, "Nathan, are you tired? Have you not rested well these days? I know there’s a lot on your mind, but don’t worry, when we go back, I’ll tell Grandpa that I’m pregnant, and then, Grandpa won’t give us any more trouble for the baby’s sake..."
As he said this, Titus Zane’s lips curled into a smile, but seeing Nathan Moore still lying on the surgical table unresponsive, his emotions became agitated, and his hands started shaking Nathan Moore’s body.
"Nathan Moore! Get up! You agreed! You said you’d make it up to me for the rest of your life! Get up! You can’t go back on your word! Nathan Moore! Get up!"
By the end, Titus Zane, agitated, climbed onto the surgical table, attempting to lift Nathan Moore.
"Miss, you’re too agitated. Mr. Moore is still in emergency care," Xiao Li pulled Titus Zane back, and one of the medics, also visibly agitated, said, "Doctor Zhao, the patient’s heartbeat is accelerating."
"Let me check!" The doctor turned and looked at the heart monitor, the lines that had just been stable were now sharply fluctuating.
"Commander Li, let her keep talking to the patient!"
The doctor could not hide his excitement either. Xiao Li let go of Titus Zane, who once again collapsed in front of the surgical table.
His hand again landed on Nathan Moore’s face, Titus Zane pouted and wept inconsolably.
"Nathan Moore, you liar, you promised, you lost our baby, and you agreed to give me another, and now, you haven’t compensated me yet, just lying here sleeping... Nathan Moore, you liar, get up,"
Titus Zane grabbed Nathan Moore’s arm and yanked hard, "Get up and talk to me... I miss you so much, I want to hear your sweet nothings, you said you’d take me travelling around the world..."
"Commander Li, take the family member aside." Before Titus Zane could finish crying out, Doctor Zhao was already speaking with urgency.
"Miss, let’s go out first," Xiao Li glanced at the cardiac monitor, embraced Titus Zane’s body, and pulled her away from the surgical table.
"Let me go! You let go! I haven’t finished yet, you said let me accompany Nathan to the end..."
Titus Zane struggled and screamed, a woman on the verge of collapse lunged towards the surgical table like a lunatic, and although Xiao Li was skilled with his hands and feet, it was quite a struggle to handle a frantic woman. With the help of two other medics, they finally dragged Titus Zane out of the emergency room. After the door closed, Titus Zane lunged at it again, weakly pounding on the door panel while calling out powerlessly, "Let me in, let me in..."
Xiao Li held her waist tightly, suddenly the weight in his arms grew heavy, and the cries abruptly stopped; it turned out, Titus Zane had collapsed from grief.
"Doctor, Madam, quickly call a doctor!"