No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 393

Susie was discharged from the observation unit three days later.

She showed no signs of rejection, and her recovery was even smoother and faster than Yates had anticipated.

"It seems she's taken quite well to someone else's heart," Fanny mused.

"Maybe the heart's original owner just wasn't ready to leave this world yet," I said, holding a big bunch of flowers.

Speaking of which, I couldn't help but quietly ask Fanny, "Do you know anything about the donor?"

Fanny gave me a sidelong glance. "No, that information is confidential."

I knew that, of course. My question wasn't really about getting an answer; it was more about acknowledging the enormity of the gift that person had given Susie.

When the doors of the observation unit opened, and Susie was wheeled out, it felt monumental.

Even though Ernest and I had visited her, seeing her come out on her own was different.

The door to the observation unit felt like a gateway to a new life, marking Susie's journey back to health and normalcy.

"Bro, Felicia, Fanny!"

Susie was ecstatic, her voice hitting dolphin-like pitches.

Ernest stepped forward and hugged her, patting her head affectionately.

I went over, handed her the flowers, and embraced her. "Congratulations on your second chance at life."

Fanny reached out for a handshake, "Here's to a bright future ahead."

Susie nodded, tears streaming down her face.

She had always been strong. She didn't cry going into surgery, but now, having been given a new lease on life, she wept.

These were tears of rebirth, much like a newborn's first cry as it greets the world.

Half a month after Susie's transplant, the amusement park was set to open, and I had received an invitation from Dustin Wagner.

Mentioning Herschel made me feel guilty. I had visited him when he was ill, but only twice.

"How's Herschel doing now?" I asked.

"He's on targeted therapy; not too bad. The main thing is he doesn't know how serious his condition is, so he's in good spirits," Dustin adjusted his glasses, hinting, "The doctors say it's crucial he stays calm."

I understood what he was implying. Staying away from Herschel was probably for the best, to avoid any potential stress on his part.

"Dustin, you're looking well," I changed the subject.

Dustin chuckled softly. "I'm managing."

Our conversation dwindled, and I found an excuse to leave, mentioning Jefferson wanted to see me.

True to word, Jefferson did reach out, asking me to drop by his club. When I arrived, he wasn't there, but his receptionist handed me an envelope containing two tickets to a game.

"You probably won't have the time to go, right?" I teased Ernest, handing him the tickets.