“They'll need both dialysis and hemofiltration. Put the patient on oxygen and get the continuous venovenous hemodiafiltration machine ready. I'm going to check on him," he ordered.

"Yes, Dr. Sheffield."

The woman wanted to follow Sheffield, but Evelyn called out to her,

“Nova Astley."

Hearing her say the name, Sheffield turned and said, "You two know each other?"

Evelyn didn't want to nod, but she had no choice.

"Yeah."

“What a coincidence. I'm headed to the ward now." Before leaving,

Sheffield glanced at Nova, who fidgeted uncomfortably, and left without asking more.

“Miss Eevelyn," Nova said, playing with her lapels nervously.

Staring at her with sharp eyes, Evelyn asked in a cold voice, “How is

Evander?" Evander Hall was Nova's husband.

“He... They say he has renal atrophy and the disease has reached the stage of uremia. So they're talking about kidney transplant surgery,” the woman answered honestly.

Now Evelyn was certain Evander was the patient Sheffield had rushed to the hospital for.

"When did he figure it out? Why didn't you take him to a doctor before it got to that point?"

“I just knew it. You know, he can't speak. He won't tell me when he's in pain. What can I do?" Nova felt wronged.

Even though Evander was mute, he smiled all day long, and he hid his feelings. No one knew what was going on with him.

Since his condition had gotten so serious, it was useless for Evelyn to blame anyone.

“Listen to the doctors. If the kidney transplant surgery can save his life, do it."

‘Have the kidney transplant surgery?’ The older woman got anxious.

“It's too expensive! There's no way I can cover that! Besides, he's lost both his kidneys! Even surgery is dangerous! I don't want to lose him, but I don't know if I can afford this

Evelyn cast her a cold glance and asked, “What happened to the money

Dad gave him?"

Realizing that she'd been backed into a corner, Nova stopped arguing immediately.

"Well...th-there is that!" she stammered.