When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 662: A Woman’s Inner Struggle

Dr. Aiken, without thinking, grabbed the coat and threw it over his shoulders, "Let’s go, let’s go." He then followed her out the door.

Outside, heavy rain poured down, and the large black umbrella in hand swayed with the wind.

At night, in a relatively shabby rental room, the furnishings were old, the lighting dim, and the heavy rain beat against the doors and windows, leaving the world seemingly filled only with the sound of rain.

The man lying in bed had his eyes closed and mouth open, breathing, appearing weak and haggard.

For nearly twenty years, the woman had cared for him and hadn’t moved because this place held many memories.

Soon, the door opened, and the woman brought Dr. Aiken inside.

Hurriedly setting aside the umbrella, Dr. Aiken went to wash his hands, while the woman approached the bedside, looking at him sadly and heartbroken, "..." with a thousand words, but unable to speak.

Dr. Aiken came over, and the woman quickly stepped aside, watching him sit at the edge of the bed and check his pulse.

The woman held her breath and stood by, tears in her eyes, speaking to him with utmost panic yet extreme restraint, "Three hours ago he was still fine, could open his eyes and look at me."

Dr. Aiken checked the pulse, his eyebrows furrowing ever tighter, the situation seemed rather grim.

The woman observed Dr. Aiken’s expression, her heart lifted higher and higher, "Please, save him... You’re a miracle worker, there must be a way."

After caring for all these years, even if he was a vegetable lying there.

As long as he still has a breath, it counts as being beside her.

She couldn’t accept his passing.

Dr. Aiken shook his head, gently putting down the man’s wrist, sighing softly, and stood up, "I feel the situation is indeed not optimistic; it has worsened. Should you consider sending him to a hospital?"

The woman met his gaze, but she did not respond to the proposal of taking him to a hospital.

Sending him to the hospital would require recording identity information.

Moreover now... President Lancaster has been secretly searching for his father, even offering a reward.

The hospital is definitely a strictly controlled place.

"Lara, at the brink of life and death, what are you considering?" Dr. Aiken couldn’t understand her.

The woman returned to reality, after a long while, she murmured and inquired, "Will sending him to the hospital help? Seeing you didn’t work."

"Sending him to the hospital might not definitely help, but the medical equipment is more advanced now, perhaps it can sustain him, let him live a bit more..." Dr. Aiken glanced at the man on the bed, "Give you time to mentally prepare."

Upon hearing this, the woman felt her world collapse, tears flowing uncontrollably...

Is he going to die?

No... she refused to accept it.

Night deepened, Dr. Aiken took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "Consider it yourself."

After another glance at her, feeling somewhat helpless, as Dr. Aiken prepared to leave, the woman suddenly grabbed his arm, "Is Mrs. Lancaster’s medical expertise good?"

Dr. Aiken stopped and turned his gaze, thought for a moment, and told her, "She is the apprentice of Old Mr. Downey, her medical skills are certainly no less than mine."

"Old Mr. Downey...?" the woman was shocked, slowly, slowly releasing his arm.

Her emotions were extremely complex; all these years, she had been searching for Old Mr. Downey to treat him and heard he had gone traveling, uncertain when he would return.

She had always been waiting hopefully.

But life and death dictated urgency, beyond her extensive contemplation, the woman quickly snapped back.

Before Dr. Aiken left, she asked one last question, "Then if... I mean if, if I seek out Mrs. Lancaster, what are the chances of saving him?"

"You can indeed try." Dr. Aiken suggested, "Her medical skills are not inferior to mine, being Old Mr. Downey’s apprentice, it’s better than going to a hospital, but... she might not necessarily treat others, after all, she’s pregnant. Her own health comes first, and patients inherently carry some bacteria."

The rain outside still poured down.

The woman nodded, "Okay, I got it." She needed to consider this matter.

After Dr. Aiken left, the woman stayed by the bedside, holding the man’s hand in hers with tears, looking at his weak and gravely ill state, she struggled internally.