Waiting could be a real drag, but Jeremy didn't seem to show any sign of impatience. While Cornelia was knocked out cold, he never left her side, just sat quietly by her bed.
During that time, Dr. Lester came over once, "Marc, you're still recovering. Burning the midnight oil won't do any good, you might..."
Before he could finish, he was cut off by Jeremy's icy stare.
"Well, let me check your left arm then." Dr. Lester quickly switched topics.
Jeremy turned his head and glanced at his useless left arm. "Is that really necessary?"
"Even if it's just for show, it's better than losing it entirely." Dr. Lester replied with a helpless chuckle.
To get rid of the poison in Jeremy's body, the only treatment Dr. Lester and his team could think of was to move the toxins to other parts of his body.
In the end, they managed to save Jeremy's life, but his left arm was almost a total write-off due to the toxins. Jeremy's left arm was pretty much toast, which also affected the strength in his right arm. He usually couldn't even lift a bucket of water, yet tonight, he held Cornelia for so long.
While marveling at the incredible power of love, Dr. Lester also had to worry about the possibility of amputating Jeremy's left arm. Knowing that his advice would probably fall on deaf ears, Dr. Lester made another attempt, "Marc, you wouldn't want Cornelia and your child to wake up and see you're one arm short, would you?"
Jeremy didn't respond, but his thoughts were clear from his expression.
Dr. Lester moved closer, taking a careful look at his limp left arm, "As long as there's a glimmer of hope for recovery, we can't give up."
Jeremy didn't pay much attention to his own condition. His focus was fixed on Cornelia, "When Cornelia wakes up, she'll definitely ask about my condition. Make it sound less serious."
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