Chapter 134 Let Her Go
Darlene had been unconscious for the entire night. By the time she woke up the next day, it was already
close to noon.
Avery adopted Sethâs suggestion. Other than taking her for a physical examination, he took her for a
psychological one as well.
The result was out in the afternoon. When Leana came to the ward with the psychological diagnosis
results, her face was solemn.
When she came in, Darlene had eaten something and had fallen asleep again.
Leana handed the results in her hand to Avery, who was sitting by the bed, and said, âShe had a relapse
of depression. And Mr. Gallard, I think you know why.
âPatients with heart failure should avoid great mood swings the most, and patients with depression are
most prone to emotional instability. Mr. Gallard, my advice is that if you donât want her to die, youâd better
respect her own choices so that she can feel
better.â
Avery took the results, and his voice was obviously skeptical. âShe was reviewed not long ago, and the
diagnosis was that her depression had been cured. How long has it
been?â
Leana was a bit speechless for a second, and then she explained, âDepression is similar to many
physical diseases. She might behave normally temporarily, but if she gets agitated, she may still have a
relapse.
âHer relapse has just started. If she gets stimulated again, it is entirely possible that her depression will
continue to worsen, as will her heart failure.â
Avery looked at Leana and did not speak for a few seconds. He was suspecting her.
Leana sneered and closed the medical record folder in her hand, âI am only telling you about the results
and offering my suggestions.
âMr. Gallard, if you donât believe me, feel free to find someone else to examine her. Or you can just
pretend that she is fine. Itâs all up to you.â
She sounded sarcastic, âAfter all, you didnât believe her the last time Ms. Garcia was diagnosed with
depression, right?
âBack then, your beloved woman, Ms. Sheridan, colluded with Dr. Hansen in claiming that I was
fabricating the results and lying. Now that the same thing happens again, of course, it is understandable
that you do not believe me.â
Avery didnât like others to mention his foolish past, and his face became cold. âI see. You may get on with
your work.â
Leana was obviously not interested in talking to him, and she did not expect to change
his mind.
She left while glancing at Darlene on the bed with some sympathy.
Leana thought, I feel bad for Darlene. As a heart failure patient, she is already miserable enough, and
now she has a relapse of depression no less. No one is there to help her, and I wonder how many days
she has left.
Maybe Nathen can be of help? But Iâm afraid that his possessiveness might be a bit too excessive. I
know about it better than anyone else.
Maybe he can give Darlene a hand. However, even if she leaves with him, things might not get better for
her.
Avery sat by the bed. Once Leana left, the ward became quiet again.
He turned the results over and over, clenching his palms slowly.
The matching heart for her still hadnât turned up. She could continue to rely on. medicine or implant an
artificial heart.
He grabbed Darleneâs hand which was hanging by the bedside into his palm. Her wrist was so bony and
fragile that it seemed that he could break it without even having to
exert force.
She could not afford to have great mood swings. However, people with depression had
no way to maintain a stable mood.
Perhaps there was a way, yet the premise was that he let her go. Avery refused to think about that
possibility because he didnât want her to go.
He put her hand back into the quilt, got up, and went to Giovanni.
Giovanni was still in the office. When he saw Avery come in, he had already known the
reason.
Darleneâs tests were back. She had terminal heart failure. At best, she only had about
two months left.
The implantation of an artificial heart, in her case, would be very tricky.
Avery sat down on the chair opposite Giovanni, his face slightly tense. âMaybe we should give it a go. Do
we have to go abroad if we go the artificial heart way? Mr. Dawson, do you know any reliable hospital or
doctor in this area?â
Giovanni was silent for a long time. He clicked on a video of a simulated artificial heart transplant on his
laptop, reversed the laptop screen, and placed the laptop in front of
Avery.
Giovanniâs voice was solemn. âWatch this video first. If it were that simple, many patients with advanced
heart disease would have chosen an artificial heart already. Moreover, artificial heart technology is not
very mature either at home or abroad.â
Avery looked at the video. After the patientâs own heart was removed, two artificial chambers were
implanted into the patientâs chest, connecting to a large air pump. outside the body by connecting tubes
through the bodyâs chest wall.
Avery felt his scalp go numb. The living human being was like a cold machine. The
connecting tubes were pulled out of the patientâs body, and what was more, the patient couldnât live one
second without the cumbersome power source.
Giovanni explained in a deep voice, âThe artificial heart will be bigger and heavier than the patientâs
heart, about three times as heavy. Ms. Garcia is petite, and even the basic migration process can be
difficult for her.
âEven if the transplant goes well, she will need to carry more than ten pounds of external power with her
at all times and ensure that it is always connected. Also, she needs a lot of blood thinners to maintain her
body temperatureâ¦â
Avery found it hard to keep listening any longer. It sounded to him that Giovanni was talking about an
object, or a machine, instead of a living human being.
When Avery opened his mouth, he failed to calm down. He said, âMr. Dawson, are you saying that she is
not suitable for an artificial heart? The only option she has is to stay on medication and wait for a suitable
human heart. Right?â
Giovanni looked a little embarrassed. âItâs about her life, and Iâm not at liberty to decide on behalf of you
and Ms. Garcia. I can only say that my advice is to wait as long as
possible for a suitable live heart.
âImplanting an artificial heart means that Ms. Garciaâs own heart will be taken out. After that, the chances
of putting her heart back in her body will be almost zero. If anything goes wrong with the artificial heart,
without having a live heart, she might die
in a few days.â
Avery opened his mouth. His throat was so hoarse that he could not speak.
The video on the laptop was still playing in a loop, and though he couldnât bear to watch. it anymore, he
still stared at the laptop screen and watched it again and again.
Giovanni felt bad for Avery. He took the laptop back and turned off the screen. âI suggest that you wait for
a while longer. After all, you have tried so many ways. Maybe a suitable heart for her will come up
tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
âOf course, if there is still no luck, no matter how unfavorable the artificial heart way is, you have no other
choice. If things do come to that, I wonât try to talk you out of it
anymore.â
âIâll
Avery clenched his fists so tightly that veins on the backs of his hands popped up. wait for another week.
If there is still no suitable heart after a week, I will take her abroad for an artificial heart. Given her
condition, she canât afford to wait any longer.â
Giovanni looked at Avery for a while and said with some hesitation, âForgive me for being blunt. In her
current condition, there isnât much point in medication other than.
waiting.
âShe is suffering from both heart failure and depression. If she can make it another two months, keeping
her mood steady is the most important thing for her.
âAvery, if you do care about her, even if it is for the sake of her life, you should let her go
to the place she wants to go and do what she wants to do.â
Seeing that Avery was silent, Giovanni continued solemnly, âWith her current
condition, itâs hard to imagine what would happen if she had another great mood.
swing.â
Averyâs expression was extremely tense, yet he still did not speak.
Gustave stood outside the ward with the door ajar.
Only when the conversation in the ward stopped did he turn and leave.
He received a call from the shrink he had arranged for Abigail. âMr. Walpole, the results of Ms. Bullockâs
psychological examination are back, and theyâre not what you think.â