Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1310

Xanthus proceeded to check Stuart's fractured bones. After more than an hour of examination and then another hour of reporting on the case inspection, he furrowed his brows. It was a miracle that Stuart was alive then, when any doctor would give up on any chance of him surviving.

If it was any ordinary person, Xanthus would absolutely not recommend continuing treating him.

In Stuart's case, even if he was treated, he would not have a chance to recover completely. He would live his remaining years in agony, as he would be crippled.

Holding the medical record book, Xanthus stood in Stuart's ward. He gently patted the book on his back and walked while trying to find a way.

Jepherson stood outside and watched. He knew very well that Xanthus had encountered a tough case.

In other words, Stuart was in trouble.

Xanthus wandered around the ward for a while and emerged from it. He said, "I don't recommend it for Stuart to go abroad for treatment, and more importantly, conservative treatment is also not recommended."

"Go on." Jepherson stood aside and turned to look at Xanthus.

Xanthus patted the medical record book behind him. "I need to take over this operation and bring him fully under my care. The only thing I can guarantee now is preserving Stuart's life. Anything else, there will be no guarantee."

"What do you mean?" Alvin's swarthy skin was firm, and his eyes were calm. Xanthus looked at him and found that although his and Stuart's skin color was different, they were definitely father and son, for their eyes were similar.

"The way I see it, the crushing of Stuart's body's bones is not fatal. The fatal thing is his internal injuries. If we don't find a suitable way to counter this problem immediately or if he is infected, then his safety will not be guaranteed."

"So, what is it you are trying to tell me?"

Alvin felt a prickly pain in his eyes. It was he who had asked Stuart to come. Although he had factored in all possibilities of danger, Stuart was too young to die.

Xanthus thought for a moment and said, "I will try my best to maintain his life, but I can't guarantee that he'll be able to stand up in the future. He will have to face two things. One is that he'll be bedridden, and the other is to be wheelchairbound. However, miracles do happen. He may stand up, but it will take a long time."

"Bedridden?"

Jepherson's face was stiff and pale. Xanthus looked at him and said, "If it were other patients, then I will tell them the truth and ask them to give up the treatment because Stuart not only needs a lot of staffing and resources, but also needs longterm care from his family."

"This is not a problem. I just hope that he'll recover." Jepherson would never give up.

"I feel the same way as you, but we have to face the truth."

Xanthus's words made everyone fall silent. Jepherson stepped back and sat down. His heart began to ache faintly.

Alvin stood for a while and said, "It's better than nothing. Tell me what you need. Now, Stuart is in your hands. Since you can say this, it means that you are completely sure, and I can be at ease even if I hand him over to you."

"Then, I will go back to make preparations. I'll have to contact my fellow assistants. I can't complete this kind of operation alone. I need a lot of preparation and examination work. Excuse me."

Xanthus took away the medical records and took out his cell phone to call his superior and subordinate, who were overseas.

Santiago glanced at Jepherson. "Are you sure he's just a doctor?"

"No."

Jepherson sat back down. Santiago looked at him and said, "Go and get some rest. I'll watch over him today."

Jepherson looked up at Santiago. "Where are Dad and Mom?"