After asking the doctor, Jane Sampson squatted down to look James Black in the eye and said, "James, you have to get better."
"Mmm, Iâll get better." The softness of James Blackâs voice was like a gentle breeze in March; he hoped he could use this tender tone to soothe Jane Sampsonâs anxious heart.
"Lady, your husbandâs injury is mainly in his hand; there is a tube in his left hand, but it isnât near any vital parts. We need to perform surgery to deal with the problems in his hand, and we need your signature now. Once you sign, we will immediately operate on the patient." The doctor looked at the woman crying pitifully and felt compassion for her.
"Iâll sign, Iâll sign now." Jane Sampson once again raised her hand to wipe away her tears, clutching the doctorâs sleeve beside her tightly, and asked again, "Heâll be alright, wonât he?"
"Every surgery has its risks, and we canât guarantee there will be no complications one hundred percent, but this surgery is considered very low risk. So, madam, rest assured, we doctors will do our best to save our patient." After saying this, the doctor asked the nurse beside him to hand the relevant surgical agreement to Jane Sampson.
James Black watched as Jane Sampsonâs hands trembled, holding the pen to sign her name on each piece of paper that required her signature, a scrawling mess resembling that of a first graderâs handwriting. She was really scared.
"Jane Sampson." James Black called out to the person who had finished the signatures, and after she turned to look at him, he continued, "Once youâve signed, you can go back to work. Let Quincy Forest help you with your makeup. Crying has made you look like a little spotted cat; itâs embarrassing to walk out looking like that."
Jane Sampson squatted down again, resting her face on the side of the hospital bed, shaking her head gently, "I donât want to leave; I want to wait here in the hospital for you to come out."
"Good girl, be obedient, go to work." James Black urged Jane Sampson, "The doctors are there for the surgery, and you canât help there. Be good, freshen up your makeup and go back to work."
Seeing that Jane Sampson wasnât speaking and her tears were starting to flow uncontrollably again, James Black sighed softly and asked, "Sharing the stage with Mr. Carter has been your dream for many years, hasnât it? Hasnât it?"
"Yes." Jane Sampson replied softly, and after her response, she bit her lip and stayed silent.
"Since itâs your dream and the opportunity is rare, you should go for it. Have you forgotten how hard youâve practiced these past few days? Wouldnât it be a pity if you didnât go?" James Black asked, having seen how hard Jane Sampson had worked in recent days.
Every day when she came home, her voice was nearly hoarse from talking, and although she was usually so dainty, she never complained once.
Every night she came home, she would excitedly grab his arm and tell him she had liked James Carter since she was little, that James Carter was her faith and her idol, and how she dreamt that if one day she could share the stage with James Carter, that would be wonderful.
She said she was genuinely happy; God had really given her this opportunity, so she had to sing well, not let James Carter down, nor hold him back.
Jane Sampson also mentioned that just thinking about performing on the same stage as James Carter made her feel exhilarated as if she were dreaming.
Her every word, every single one, made James Black deeply feel how much Jane Sampson valued and looked forward to this performance.
After asking and still not hearing Jane Sampson speak, James Black continued, "Listen to me, go. By the time your work is done, I should have come out of the surgery room. Once you return, youâll be able to see me."