My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Heart failure Chapter 178: Heart failure At the hospital€¦ Dylan felt a wave of relief wash over him as the doctor reassured him, “Both Lilianna and the baby are fine.

She just needs rest and proper care.” “Thank you, doctor,” Dylan thanked him with gratitude.

The doctor offered a kind nod before walking away.

Left alone in the hallway, Dylan’s thoughts immediately shifted to Henry.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Henry’s number.

The phone rang, but it didn’t connect.

“What?” Dylan muttered, frowning at the screen.

“Why isn’t he picking up?

Strange.” Dylan was a bit annoyed.

He quickly typed out a message: ‘Lilianna fainted at the restaurant.

I brought her to City Hospital.

Come here quickly.’ He hit send, not realizing Henry was occupied with surgery in the very same hospital.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Dylan strode toward the pharmacy to collect the prescribed medicines.

But just as he took a few steps, he froze mid-stride as his gaze landed on a familiar figure moving down the corridor.

His brows furrowed.

“Nicholas!” Dylan mumbled in surprise.

Nicholas was seated in a wheelchair, looking pale and visibly weak.

Dylan remained rooted in place and watched Alex push the wheelchair away.

‘What happened to Nicholas?

Why is he here in this state?’ Watching them disappear around the corner, Dylan’s surprise turned into curiosity, and he followed them stealthily.

He saw Alex wheel Nicholas into a doctor’s chamber.

Pausing there, Dylan’s eyes skimmed the plaque beside the door.

Dr.

Robert Fisher (Cardio Surgeon) Dylan’s brows knitted together as he found this name familiar.

He thought he knew the doctor, but he couldn’t remember meeting him before.

Maybe he had heard it somewhere.

He shrugged, brushing the name off his mind.

But why was Nicholas meeting a cardio surgeon?

The question lingered in his mind.

‘Is Nicholas having heart problems?’ he wondered to himself.

He stood there for a moment, looking at the closed chamber before heading to the reception desk across the room.

Pulling a polite smile, he greeted the receptionist.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the receptionist replied with a professional smile.

“How can I help you?

Do you need an appointment with Dr.

Fisher?” “Uh, no€¦I actually want to know about the patient who just entered the chamber,” Dylan said cautiously.

“What has happened to him?” “I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t share patient details.

It’s confidential.” Dylan’s patience was snapping, but he bit back his frustration, determined to get some answers.

“I know, I know€¦ It’s just that€¦ he is an old friend of mine.

I haven’t seen him in ages and finding him here is shocking.

I’m really worried about him.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

He drew out a stack of dollar bills and discreetly slid them onto the counter.

“Perhaps you could help me out.

I’d really appreciate it.” The woman blinked at the cash, momentarily taken aback.

She glanced around, then stuffed them inside her bag.

“Alright.

Wait a minute.

Let me check.” Dylan waited patiently, his eyes darting toward the closed door of the doctor’s chamber.

“The patient is suffering from heart failure,” the receptionist said, drawing Dylan’s attention.

“He needs a transplant.

If the surgery doesn’t happen quickly, he won’t survive.

But right now, there is no suitable donor.

Because of his rare blood group, it’s hard to find a donor.” “I see.” The revelation was shocking.

“How much time does he have?” “Six months max.” “Six months!” Dylan muttered, his eyes widening.

He felt a jolt in his heart as he recalled Nicholas dying of heart failure in the past life.

“The same thing is happening again,” he mumbled under his breath, his expression thoughtful.

“Excuse me, did you say something?” the receptionist asked, snapping him back to the present.

“Uh€¦” Dylan hesitated before his focus sharpened.

“Can you give me his details?

I think I can help€¦ in finding a donor.” The woman studied him for a moment, then nodded.

“If you can help, it would be great.” She turned to her computer, typed in some information, and moments later handed him a stack of documents.

“Here.

If you find a donor, please contact us immediately.” “Thank you,” Dylan replied, taking the papers.

“And one more thing-don’t tell anyone about this conversation.

I want to help him anonymously.” “Of course, sir,” the receptionist said with a reassuring smile.

Dylan gave her a curt nod before turning and walking away, his gaze skimming the documents in his hands.

So absorbed in his thoughts, that he didn’t see who was coming and going.

He nearly collided with someone.

Stopping abruptly, he looked up to apologize, only to be met with the familiar figure, clad in a green surgeon’s uniform.

“Henry?” “Dylan?” They both exclaimed in unison, their surprise palpable.

For a moment, they both stared at each other with questions in their eyes.

Then Dylan tilted his head, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

“What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing,” Henry replied.

Dylan’s initial surprise morphed into irritation as he confronted Henry.

“I called you, but you didn’t answer.

And now I find you here€¦” He looked at him from head to toe.

“What is going on?” “I was in surgery,” Herny replied.

“Surgery?” Dylan’s brows furrowed in disbelief.

“You were supposed to be on leave, taking care of Lilianna.

And instead, you’ve kept yourself busy with surgeries?” “Okay, calm down,” Henry began, raising his hands slightly in a gesture of peace.

“Let me explain-” But Dylan cut him off.

“Lilianna fainted,” he said bluntly.

“She needed you, and you weren’t there.

Where were you when she needed you most?” “Fainted?” Henry’s face instantly clouded with worry, his calm demeanor vanishing.

His hands gripped Dylan’s shoulders tightly as he demanded, “How is she now?

Is she okay?” “She is stable,” Dylan muttered, his voice softening at Henry’s obvious panic.

“The doctor said she is fine and just needs rest.

She is in the emergency room right now.

They’ll discharge her after a few hours.” “Thank you.” Henry turned and dashed down the hallway.

“Hey, wait-” Dylan called after him, but Henry was already out of earshot.

He exhaled sharply as he glanced at the folded documents still in his hands.

“I just wanted to talk about this.” Slipping the papers into his coat pocket, he added, “Well, I’ll discuss this with you later.”