Audrey's surgery was scheduled for the evening.
Everyone was extremely tense, with Gem Atkinson feeling the most anxious.
It was said that a car accident victim had previously arranged for the donation of their body, and it just so happened to match all of Audrey's medical indicators. Today they received a call from there, saying that the person had been declared brain dead, their corneas had already been removed, and they were on their way here.
"Gem, don't wander off. Come, take a seat!" Eleanor Spencer Atkinson patted the seat next to her and looked at her son with a smile.
"Mom, how can I sit still?"
"Gem, it's only noon, there's still plenty of time," Eleanor Spencer Atkinson said with a smile.
"Mom, I can't sit."
Eleanor Spencer Atkinson laughed again, stood up, went over, and grabbed her son, who was still pacing restlessly back and forth, and said, "How about this, mom will wash your hair for you, to help pass the time."