Chapter 615
Romeo watched as she lifted her slender neck, taking sips from her cup, his heart aching more with
every drink.
Already ufortable from her period, she still had to drink this crap. It was too much.
He decided he’d checkter to see which manufacturer produced it to see if it could be improved. He
couldn’t bear to see his girlfriend suffering like this. Once she finished drinking, Romeo took the cup
and ced it aside, whispering, “Why not use it? Is it too cool or too hot?”
“It’s a bit heavy and ufortable on my stomach.”
“Then let me warm you up.” Romeo gently caressed her lower abdomen and asked, “Is this better?”
Arabe wanted to say his hand was too cold, less warm than the hot–water bottle. But seeing his
earnest effort, she nodded her head in the end.
His eyes didn’t miss the expression on her face. Romeo thought for a moment and ced his hand on
his stomach. He realized his palm temperature wasn’t warm enough, despite the clothing.
He grabbed the hot–water bottle again, warming his hands first before cing them on Arabe’s
abdomen.
“Is this better than before?”
Seeing his sincere inquiry, Arabe felt warmth in her heart-
He could catch andprehend every single expression and nce from her.
“Yeah, much better,” Arabe replied with a smile.
“I have some painkillers that the doctor said can help if the pain gets too intense.”
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Just then, Arabe’s phone started to vibrate. Romeo stood up and said, “I’ll get it.”
The phone screen shed. It was a call from Caden.
Seeing that name, Romeo hesitated. Was this guy always calling Arabe? For what reason at thiste
hour? Did he think Arabe was alone at school without her fiancé?
Arabe noticed Romeo seemed a bit angry when he handed over the phone. Seeing the caller ID, she
couldn’t help butugh.
She picked up the call in front of Romeo.
“Arabe, are you busy?” Caden’s voice came through: “Are you tired recently?”
“I’m fine.” Arabe replied, ncing at Romeo and feeling more amused. “What’s up?”
“There’s a difficult patient at the hospital. Can youe and take a look?”
“Now?”
Upon hearing this, Romeo instantly shot her a warning look: You dare go on a date thiste? Just try it!
“Can you make it? The patient has a headache, dizziness, facial paralysis, and left–side weakness.
After examination, we found a que deep in the middle cerebral artery and two aneurysms about to
rupture.”
Arabe realized the gravity of the situation. Both que and aneurysms could lead to disability or
even death.
Their simultaneous urrence could potentially result in cerebral hemorrhage and ischemic stroke.
“The problem is that the patient’s right M1 segment of the middle cerebral artery is severely narrowed
with M2 branch stenosis. After intensive medical treatment, the cerebral infarction still recurs. The
interventional treatment is difficult and risky, and the long–term effect of the stent is not good.”
Unaware of Romeo’s jealousy, Caden continued exining the case: “The only solution right now is to
perform intracranial vascr reconstruction to improve cerebral ischemia, which might reduce the risk
of severe cerebral infarction.”
Romeo didn’t understand their conversation. He only knew Caden had been talking for a while, and
Arabe had no intention to hang up. He even took her hand, a displeased look on his face.
Arabe understood. To perform surgery and clear the blocked cerebral vessels, the que inside the
vessels must be removed manually first, a bightly difficult
process.
The M2 segment was located deep in theteral fissure of the brain, with extremely limited operational
space, about the size of a finger.
Moreover, the diameter of the middle cerebral artery was less than 3 millimeters. Topletely remove
the que and suture the vessels, microsurgery required magnification of more than a dozen times
under a microscope, demanding high precision from surgical instruments and the surgeon’s skills.
The doctors at the hospital clearlycked such capabilities.
Caden were to operate alone, the risk would undoubtedly be high..