I Only Want You novel Chapter 397

Isaac just sat there and did not look at James. His eyes were indifferent and he seemed to ignore what James talked about him at the moment.

"I'm asking you!"

"Jimmy." Isaac sighed softly, "Calm down first. Don't be so excited."

"How can I calm down?" James stared at him, "Ben went on a business trip. Before he left, he was worried about you and let me keep an eye on you. You..."

As he said this, he suddenly did not know what to say.

He knew that Isaac had been in a bad mood recently, and he also knew that he had been deeply hurt.

But he really couldn't control his mood, because being a doctor was Isaac's dream. Was he going to give up his dream?

What kind of future could a person without dreams and pursuit have? He was still waiting for Isaac to live a new life, but...

"Well, I know that you are good to me." Isaac looked at him with a faint smile, "But I am tired, Jimmy."

James was shocked and said with a bitter smile, "This is your favorite job. Are you sure you want to give it up like this?" As he said that, he sighed and tried to persuade Isaac, "Let's discuss it when Ben comes back. What do you think?"

However, Isaac shook his head, "I have something more important to do, and I can't be a doctor anymore. Besides..." He closed his eyes and then said with a wry smile, "I can't hold a scalpel anymore."

His decadent and feeble words almost made James unable to breathe, and he only felt a dull pain in his heart.

"I tried it, and I really couldn't persuade myself. As soon as I picked up the scalpel, I couldn't help thinking of the scene that day. I used to think that I am a great doctor, but now I don't know who I am. Although I didn't do the surgery, in a sense, it was me who forced her to die."

Isaac raised his hand, pinched the place between his eyebrows slowly, and then added, "She begged me to let go of her and our child. I wanted to save her, so I had to ignore her coldly. At that time, she was lying on the bed and begging me, but I lowered my head and fiddled with those cold tools, not daring to look at her desperate eyes."

James opened his mouth, but he felt so bitter and couldn't say anything.

"So, I can't be a doctor anymore. I not only can't hold the scalpel, but I also can't stop retching when I look at the bed in the operating room. Do you think I can still be a good doctor in this way?"

After a long time, James said in a low voice, "Isaac, that's not your fault."

However, Isaac shook his head with a wry smile, "Whose fault do you think it is?" James pursed his lips and touched his pocket, only to find that it was a hospital gown. He looked at Isaac and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"I carry lots of cigarettes with me recently." As he said this, he took out a box of cigarettes and threw one to James.

After taking two deep draws on the cigarette, James narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you really made up your mind?"

"Yeah."

James did not say anything else. He just nodded in a grieved mood, "What are you going to do next?"

Isaac looked at the cigarette in his hand. After a few seconds, he looked up at James with a smile and said, "What else can I do? Of course, I will do what I should do."

"What about you and that woman?"

Isaac just smiled, "It's not a big deal."

"Isaac..."

Isaac stood up, "I asked about your injuries just now. You're all right. Take care of yourself in the next few days and don't let your wounds touch water. I'll go back first. I'm a little tired today."

James looked at him for a while and then lowered his eyes.