After that, I heard an unfamiliar voice, “The heart rate is dropping! We can’t delay the surgery any longer! Hurry! Push her to the operating room!”
My parents knew my phone number, but they didn’t answer it because they were afraid that others would know about my relationship with them. At such a critical moment between life and death, their hearts were even colder and crueler than I thought! It really broke my heart.
When I woke up, Alex was sitting by the bed and sobbing softly.
"Thank you,” I told her with my hoarse voice as I forced a smile.
Immediately, Alex poured a cup of warm water for me. She then took a straw and inserted it into the cup before she handed it to my lips. As always, she was the one who cared for me more than my family.
“Miss Olivia, you really scared me to death! The doctor issued two critical illness notices. I also called your parents countless times, but they hung up first. After that, they just ignored my calls,” she said.
The moment I heard it, my throat felt as if it was blocked by cotton.
I swallowed a few mouthfuls of water with difficulty and shook her hand as I thanked her, “You are my ... lifesaver.”