The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 579

Dr. Black flipped through the file. "The good news is, because your condition deteriorated, you were bumped up on the critical waiting list. We have a donor that matches your profile."

Clara felt her heart skip a beat.

A match!

She couldn't believe it was actually happening.

After so many sleepless nights checking the organ allocation registry on her phone, refreshing that static page over and over again until her eyes burned, until she started to believe it would never happen in this lifetime.

But against all odds, they had finally caught a break.

Yet Rhys's expression lacked the overwhelming relief she expected.

He asked, "And the bad news?"

"The bad news is, it's a marginal match. It's not perfect. If you go through with the surgery now, the risk of acute and chronic rejection post-op is about thirty to forty percent higher than our baseline metrics. In simple terms, the long-term prognosis isn't ideal, and managing the lungs will be incredibly difficult."

The line went quiet for a moment, giving Rhys time to process before Dr. Black continued.

"But the brutal reality is, if you turn this down to wait for a better match... the odds are slim. Rhys, the choice is yours."

Rhys held the phone, remaining silent for a long time.

A marginal match. Long-term rejection.

Translated into layman's terms: it would work, but it would be hell to maintain.

But if he didn't take it, he might never get another chance at all.

"Dr. Black, what's the success rate?" Rhys avoided Clara's gaze, staring out at the rippling lake.

"The survival rate on the operating table is around sixty percent. The real battle is what comes after." Dr. Black sighed. "Are you coming back to the hospital? If you're doing this, you need to be prepped in the sterile ward today. If you're passing, we have to release this lung to the next patient on the list."

In other words, there was a forty percent chance he would die during the surgery.

Nearly a coin toss.

Rhys asked one more question. "What's the absolute deadline?"

"Two o'clock."

"Understood. I'll give you a final answer soon."

He hung up the phone and turned around.

"What did the hospital say?" Daniel stood up and walked over.

"They found a donor lung."

Simon gasped. "Isn't that great news? Why do you two look like someone just died?"

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