The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Surgical procedure

Meysa, on the other hand, has been unconscious since last night. She asked her mother to help her out of the room. Even though his mother would not allow it. But in the end, Meysa won because she kept whining.

"Yes, but just for a minute. Wait here." Beautiful Mama out of the room. A few minutes later, he arrived in a wheelchair.

Assisted by her father, Meysa was placed in a wheelchair and pushed slowly. Before going out, Meysa asked for her painting tools first.

Meysa circulated her gaze, she saw a garden not far from her room. "Ma, we're going there, yes" she asked, pointing to the garden.

"Yes, son," said Mama Indah pushing him.

There, Meysa's fingers began to be busy drawing on the A3-sized book. Sometimes she wipes away her fallen tears. Even though his lips forced him to smile.

"Mey, do you miss Juna?" asked the mother to go far into her heart. Until he made it fall apart.

"Of course, Ma. I miss him so much. But I have to do it. I'm sure Juna could easily forget me if Juna hated me. I just don't want Juna to feel sick when I'm really gone for good, Ma." Meysa looked at her mother in tears.

Mama Lovely choked, she looked down deep. Pain and not being able to infiltrate his heart. Meysa again busied herself, though her hands trembled as she swept her picture book. He did not want to see the sadness of his mother.

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"Okay, focus on the vitals." Juna looked at the anesthesiologist. "If you see bleeding immediately tell me," he said turning to his assistant.

"All right, Doc."

Arjuna closed his eyes, let out a long nap, prayed inwardly and then exhaled violently. His eyes opened again, focused on the safety of life in front of him.

"Surgical knife!" Arjuna's hand was stretched out, a nurse gave it right in Arjuna's palm.

The doctor opened the incision to start the operation. A nurse helps wipe away the blood that is starting to flow.

"Forcep!"

"Pand!"

"Suck!"

Arjuna's orders during the operation. The sisters wiped the sweat coats of Arjuna who started pouring.

Almost two hours into the walk, everyone's attention was distracted by the clink of the monitor that suddenly sounded loud.

"The tension's dropping, Doc!" exclaim the anesthesiologist.

Arjuna was still focused on the organ he was holding. The assistant who helped her was nervous to hear her, accidentally the scissors she was holding tore something apart in shock.

"Focus! Concentrate! Sew it!" arjuna's orders half-shouted.

The doctor's assistant grew panicked, the nurse put a tool to sew it. But his hands trembled until he fell.

"His vital tools are getting downhill!" exclaim the anesthesiologist again.

Arjuna glared at his male assistant.

"Ma .. sorry, Doc," exclaimed the assistant with his body still shaking violently.

"There's no time left, the doctor has to sew it up" one nurse warned.

"Prepare the blood bags!" peekit Arjuna's.

Reza tightened his molars. One hand clenched tightly. His heart was beating violently at the carelessness of one of his doctors. His eyes are red.

Jemari Arjuna felt the torn pulse earlier. With his feeling, he suppressed the source of the bleeding that continued to flow profusely.

"Sucker!" exciting Arjuna.

Soon the sisters sucked up that sea of blood using a tool. Blood bags are immediately delivered to the patient.

Then Arjuna immediately sewed the wound that had been torn earlier. He then refocused on continuing the operation. The sisters unceasingly helped wipe Arjuna's sweat on her forehead.

"How's it?" Arjuna raises his chin to the anesthesiologist.

"Normal, Doc" he nodded his head.

Finally Arjuna was able to continue his operation calmly. No matter the assistant or anything else. He continued to focus and concentrate on getting all his abilities out. His vow was one, "No one should die on my operating table. Even if he is my greatest enemy" he cried inwardly.

Almost five hours Arjuna struggled with his surgical instruments. By the last phase, his body had weakened.

"Let me continue, Doc," asked his assistant earlier.

"Can you believe it?" he stared hard.

The assistant nodded steadily and took over sewing the patient. Arjuna then retreated. He came out of the operating room. Take off his mask and operating robe. His body was sitting limp on the wall, his tears shed instantly.

"Ba ... How is mother? A... What happened?" Ziya approached Arjuna, also sitting on the floor. His hand ventured to touch Arjuna's arm.

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