My Secret Life's

My Secret Life's
Chapter 240: HOLD ON, SON!



"Move him to room B7!" justin's word right along with the special guard stopped next to him.


"Ready, sir." replied the special guard in unison.


The door of the captive room opened automatically, making Justin walk away leaving the secret passageway letting his men work. While in the main hospital. The doctors are gathered. The four doctors who will handle major surgery with their own life consequences. Why that? Of course because the operation that will be done is the operation of the grandson and daughter of the Phoenix family. Conceivably. What happens if there is a recklessness?


The sound of the door opening shifted the tension of the doctors. The presence of a beautiful woman in special clothes indicates that the operation will begin soon. His steps followed two handsome men with the looks of a twenty-door refrigerator. Don't think about looking them in the eye. I could have fainted at that moment.


"Ka, can explain their duties! I have to check on Rose once again before the surgery." Asfa walked over to the patient's safe where her tiny baby was sleeping under the influence of drugs.


Vans follows Asfa's steps, while Varo approaches the doctors and explains each other's duties. A day that was never expected, still happens. "You guys, listen to me!"


"Doctor Vienna, and Doctor Asley, do every order from Doctor Vans! Doctor Ilham and Doctor Cici, take orders from me! Our job is only to help. No noise! Don't panic! Stay calm down! You understand?" clearly Varo.


"Understand, Young Master." the four replied in unison, while Asfa rubbed Rose's face with a mother's gaze.


"Son, hangin! Mommy needs you to always be my lamp. Come on, we fight together. For the sake of the future, mommy for Rose, and Rose for mommy." said Asfa, then give a warm kiss on his daughter's forehead.


Vans held onto Asfa's left shoulder. "It's time. All normal, we can do the operation today, strengthen your heart. Rose must have survived."


Vans' words calmed a mother's heart. The enslaving emotions in his heart had to be put away. Now is the time to focus on being a doctor. The task of saving patients is inviolable. A moment Asfa set the breath to relax by closing the eyes.


His right hand is outstretched. "Drugs dope!"


Vans gave finger codes so that the doctors were on guard in their respective positions. Then, he took an injection with the smallest needle while grabbing a bottle of dope. The injection is withdrawn so that the medicine from inside the bottle is sucked. It was given to Asfa. The woman did not even tremble while administering the dope to her daughter's own tiny arm.


Command after command done step by step. The operating light has been on since the first command. The area in which the operation is located is strictly guarded. All of that was visible from the rows of bodyguards along the aisle of the top floor hospital. No one dared to whisper. Instead everyone inside the main hospital prayed for the safety of the future heir to the throne.


An hour later, a car entered the main hospital parking lot. The black van stopped without properly parking the car, sending the driver rushing out. Then he ran to the hospital door. No one dared to stop that man. Everyone bowed in honor.


Elevators are rarely used. Today becomes a time-scraper. Just seconds. He arrived at his destination. The bowed gazes of the bodyguards were left because the goal was only the operating room. The twenty meter long hallway looked so long. Not as usual, or just a hunch.


Taps!


Taps!


Taps!


The breath of hunting was not cared for. His sweat flooded the shirt he was wearing. The eyes were fixed on the red light that was burning above the door of the operating room. The anxiety is getting worse. Every second that passed added to his fear.


"Hold on, son."


He walked back and forth in front of the operation door. One time, two times, five times. However, the operation is still running. The red light went out after waiting for half an hour. There is no patience left. It is better to go straight into the operating room.


Chequek!


"How's it?"