Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 657

Simon kept that position and didn't move for a long time.

It was quite a long time before he finally opened his beautiful eyes and withdrew his arms. Although he felt numb over his whole body, he was in no hurry to go back. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, picked up the cigarette case next to him, and stuck one between his lips.

Lighter clacked as blue leaping flames stirred clearly in the night.

When the tobacco smell spread out, Simon spoke in a low voice. "Emily, I never lose but I didn't bring him back."

"Simon..." Emily said, her heart aching.

The smoke rose from his fingertips and formed a white line which drifted and then dispersed.

He was born charming with his lips curved up, but he looked ice-like and distant now. His beautiful eyes were still attractive, but behind them was a whole universe of pain.He was so lonely that he was like the falling meteor in the dead night.

She knew that he must be upset now...

Simon's eyes narrowed and fell on an unknown point. After a long silence, he said again, "After I graduated from high school, I continued with my study in medical faculty of Columbia University and received a doctorate of philosophy. I have been a doctor for so many years and have performed countless heart surgery. I saved people, many people. That old man was the first one who died on the operating table, but I can do nothing."

"How can we be rid of impermanence?" Simon paused, then looked down at his hands. "Maybe for many people, doctors have witnessed too many deaths so they feel natural when facing lives passing by, but the difference is that when ordinary people see a dying person, he sympathize with him while we try to save his life."

Seeing his slender hand, even though she had never seen the scene that he operated on others before, she could imagine that he was standing attentively in front of the operating table in green surgical gown.

Even in the bright moonlight at this time, she couldn't clearly see the lines on his palms.

Emily bit her lip lightly and suddenly felt distressed. No one would be indifferent to dying people, the difference was that most people could only watch as a bystander, but as a doctor, he had to save. The responsibility he bore left him no other choice, let alone escape!

People always worshiped and admired doctors, but very few of them knew the hardship and pressure on doctors.

She felt her tear ducts burning, so she gently held his stiff arm and said, "You have done a great job!"

"Is that so?" Simon turned around to look at her with his pupils dilating slightly as if he was eager for her answer.

"Yes!" Emily nodded heavily and clenched him harder as if she wanted to transmit as much power as she had to him. "Simon, you're a doctor. Your duty is to save lives and heal injuries. No matter what the result was, you tried your best to save him. You really did a good job! Don't blame yourself for something predestined."

The light, gleamed in her clear eyes, was brighter than the moon hanging high in the night sky. Simon gazed at her and took a long pull on his cigarette at which long cone of ash hang. He raised his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice, "You are a good reporter. Thank you for praising me."

"I'm telling the truth!" Emily shyly emphasized.

"Sure." Simon stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. When he flipped the butt, he looked quite relieved and replied in a low voice, "Thank you."

She picked up the surgical cap and mask next to her. They had been sitting here for more than an hour. When he saw her shivering in her coat, he got up and pulled her up. "It's late. You aren't well yet. I don't want you to have fever again. Let's go. I'll take you back to the ward!"