Shackles Love Wife Saving Mr. Doctor

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Elin gave her blood to Rindi, Arfan could not say anything, she hoped Elin could forgive herself, and accepted Rindi as her honeymoon sister.

Taking Elin's blood is still not enough, so, Yanju also donated her blood to Rindi, coincidentally her blood type is the same. Because it is still lacking, Hanan also donated. Two policemen's blood entered Rindi's body, and a heartfelt woman's blood also fused in her body.

After feeling enough to get a blood donor for Rindi, Arfan immediately met his round which doctors said was critical. Now it's the man's turn to save the baby.

As a pediatric neurologist, then, Arfan already knows the actions to be done. The man also asked about the birth history of his son.

"What's the birth constraint, Doc?" arfan asked the Doctor who handled his son.

"When Mother Rindi, referred, she was exhausted, so did not have the energy to remove the baby, and the baby was long at the door, however, the head did not go down, then we did vacum, he said, and when the baby is born the crying doesn't come out, asphyxia is heavy."

The doctor explained in detail, because they only found out that Rindi was the wife of the child's neurologist himself. They were actually very curious and were so impressed with the doctor's marital status, because they knew that Arfan was married.

Even when the Child Neurology Doctor got married, they all came to attend. However, only limited to coworkers, then no one dared to ask about Arfan's personal matters.

Not long after, Arfan has arrived at the baby's room which is being handled specifically.

Arfan saw so many medical devices in the tiny, innocent clean body. Arfan touched the baby from a hole in the glass box.

"Papa's son, strong yes. We both fight yes, you must be strong, you are strong like your Mama." The man muttered with tears,

His heart was so bitter, because of his selfishness, now the mother and child are fighting against death. If from the beginning he told the truth, maybe the fate of his wife and child would not be what it is today.

O Allah, O Lord. I ask for Your mercy, please save my wife and children in passing through this critical period. Please God, do not give this severe test to my wife and children. Let them feel happiness, just as he dreamed.

"Dok, let's do a blood transfusion, take whatever it takes for my son." Arfan asserted, so that the doctor did not hesitate to take his blood.

"Okay, let's Doc."

After having a blood transfusion, the doctor is still checking the condition of the baby who is still unstable. Arfan who knew the impact of the disease, his heart was so restless.

"So, did he have a seizure?" tanya Arfan wants to make sure.

"There, Doc, but just for a little while," explains Dr.

The man's breath felt tight. Arfan always muttered Do'a and went to check on the condition of the child. The man was so busy with medical devices.

"Dok, blood can't be channeled, because it can't put a needle, it's rotten." Exclaim that doctor.

Arfan gasped in shock and wastighfar, he immediately took over the work of his colleague, with his own hands trying to find a pulse to plant a needle so that blood could be channeled.

Arfan could not bear to see the condition of his son. So many needle marks on the red baby's body, the man is still trying, from the hand can not, then he turned to keki.

The result remains nil. The baby's heart rate is getting weaker. "You have to hold on, son, you can do it, darling, please don't give up, Deck, Papa please." muttered Arfan couldn't hold back his tears.

With the persistence of the man, finally the needle can be attached to the umbilical cord of the baby. A little relieved at it. But not much progress.

"Oeek.. Oeek.." The baby's voice was so limp, and stopped, it seemed like he just wanted to greet the Papa one last time.

Now all the measuring devices attached to the baby's body are silent, no longer working. It indicates that the baby has died.

"No! This is impossible! This must be wrong. Doc, try the periaks back, the heart gauge, and the breath!" arfan said with reddened eyes.

Some of the doctors who handle, including Anesthetic Doctor, they try to follow Arfan's orders, even though they already know the truth.

"Sorry, Doc, the baby's dead."

"No! This is impossible! Papa's son must be alive, let's get up, son. Wake up Dear Papa." Arfan was still trying to stroke the tiny body, and repeatedly checked his pulse.

"Tidaaakk! Hicks..." Arfan squealed on the floor, with his head bowed, his tears falling.

Dr. Yoga who had been accompanying, when he heard shouting in the baby's room, then he immediately went inside with an unpleasant feeling.

"Arabine! What's going on?" The yoga doctor looked at the baby in the box. He checked on the condition of the baby, his own grandson.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji'un." The heart doctor exclaimed Istirja. Indicates that his grandson has indeed returned to Rahmatullah.

While Arfan was still stunned to hold tightness in his chest. He felt so guilty about the passing of the fruit of their love.

"Arfan, wakeup! Don't be weak like this, son. God has placed your son in his heaven."

Dr. Yoga, help his son to wake up. And hugged him to give strength.

"It's all my fault, Dad, that I caused my wife and children to suffer like this" said the man, full of regret, in his arms.

"Arfan, don't blame yourself. All this is God's will. God loves your son more. Maybe not our sustenance is given the mandate to take care of him for a long time. You must be strong and patient, remember! Rindi needs your support. If you are weak, then who will strengthen your wife."

Arfan was a little calmer when he heard the advice of the Daddy. he tried to toughen up, what Daddy said was true, he must not be weak, must be strong, in order to encourage the wife.

Arfan nodded at his colleague who was in tears watching the suffering. The doctor who was handling the baby, he immediately released all the tools that were still attached to the tiny baby's body.

After all the tools were removed, Arfan grabbed his son and carried in his arms. Arfan kissed the whole innocent little angel's face.

"Good way, son. May you be a inhabitant of heaven. Wait for Papa and Mama there, yes" the man slid back down his tears.

Arfan was still holding the baby in his cradle. It was very difficult to be sincere, his hope that wanted to play with the little angel, now evaporated not left. Arfan did not know how he would face his wife when asking about her condition.

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