Raegan was taken aback, realizing the gravity of the situation, and asked in a worried tone, “Luis, why is his condition so severe?"

Raegan assumed Mitchel had been resting for almost two months. How could it worsen?

Luis hesitated. "It's actually not too bad..."

Raegan was skeptical. Seeing Mitchel's pale face and the way the Aurora doctors had shaken their heads, she suspected the situation was dire.

“Luis, I need to know the real condition of his leg. Can you be honest with me?" she asked, her lips pursed in concern. “I could find out myself if I really wanted to, but I'd prefer to get the most objective assessment from you."

Luis sighed deeply and confessed, "Raegan, I'll be honest. He hasn't truly rested even for a day in the past two months. They recommend a two-month recovery, but his condition is worse than what some patients achieve in just a week. He's suffering from severe insomnia, hardly sleeping at night and getting only three to four hours of rest during the day. The rest of the time, he's working. Think about it, how could his recovery possibly go well?"

“His tendon recovery is insufficient..." Luis continued with a lot of medical jargon that Raegan couldn't fully grasp.

In essence, if Mitchel refused to return to Ardlens for surgery and insisted on staying in Aurora, the prognosis was not promising.

As for how dire the situation could be, Luis was vague. He used many technical terms, but skirted around the most critical issues.

“What does ‘not too good' mean?" Raegan pressed. “How bad is it, really?"

Luis cleared his throat before replying softly, "In cases like this, amputation has sometimes been considered..."

Raegan was stunned into silence, her mind reeling for a full minute.

For a moment, she wondered if Luis was overstating the situation. How could it possibly lead to amputation?

The thought of Mitchel, once so admired, potentially facing such a drastic measure was overwhelming. What would become of him if it came to that? The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Raegan.

Although she found it hard to believe, Mitchel's unnaturally pale complexion made Raegan consider that Luis might not be exaggerating after all. Mitchel had been unconscious in the hospital for several days before. If his recovery continued poorly, amputation seemed a frightening but real possibility.

Raegan's fingers clenched tightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll convince him to return."

Luis let out a deep sigh. “It's going to be tough. You two really..."

Luis sighed again, his words trailing off into silence.

Matters of the heart were indeed too complicated. No one was to blame. Fate was cruel, both binding and separating...