Chapter 971 Jacob Escaped From Death (2/2)
”His blood pressure is dropping abruptly! He's having cardiac arrest! CPR please!”
The operating room was a clutter. It was now several days after Jacob had been rescued, but instead of waking up, he was getting worse. David was too occupied with finding Rita and with the business of reclaiming his company. He had only visited Jacob occasionally over t
t. Both of them had no idea how long it had been before the door finally opened from inside. They hastily ran to the doctor with their hearts suspended, expectantly inquiring about how Jacob was doing.
”The operation is progressing very well, but we still can't tell when he will wake up. The patient needs hemodialysis to purify his blood, but we still don't know what impact it will have on him. That is all I can say,” the doctor reported.
”Okay. Thank you for your effort!” David nodded his head repeatedly. It was so good to hear that Jacob was still hanging in there, and might make it.
Michelle listened silently, but she was as much of a mess as David was. Her forehead was covered with giant beads of sweat, while she rubbed her hands non-stop. Inwardly, she thanked God for his kindness in giving Jacob back.
”The patient will be transferred to the ICU now. Please, take care of the security yourself,” the doctor reminded them. Since Jacob had been poisoned, they didn't want something unexpected happening in the hospital.
”We will. Thank you for your kind suggestion,” David said wholeheartedly.
He watched the doctor going inside, and later escorted the doctors and nurses taking Jacob to the ICU. After a discussion with the doctors, Jacob was moved to a special unit, which was different from the one where Beryl and Dylan had stayed. It was more secure there and it would be harder for strangers to get close to Jacob.
Michelle and David stood outside the glass window of the ICU and looked inside at Jacob, who was lying immobile on the bed. His head was wrapped with bandages, and his face was as pale as the white wall behind him. He looked like a dummy, and if not for the slight movement of his nostrils, people might have thought that he had died.
”Who do you think poisoned him?” David asked after a long silence. He had already guessed who might have done it, but was reluctant to mention the name himself.
”Who did it doesn't matter. I think you should rather pay more attention to your dear brother, because it must have been Darren who gave the order!” Michelle replied coldly. She then looked into David's eyes meaningfully and raised her chin.