Chapter 992:
Belinda recounted everything that happened that day, providing every detail.
“So, from the moment of exposure to administering the medication, it was under thirty minutes?” Jazmine asked.
“Yes,” Belinda replied.
Relief flickered across Jazmine’s face. “Then that’s good, right? The risk should be lower?” She turned to Rowell, searching for validation.
However, Rowell’s face remained grim.
“You mentioned the blood splattered on your face and around your eyes,” he said gravely. “But… what about your eyes? Was there any blood in your eyeballs?”
Belinda bit her lip and shook her head slowly. “I can’t be certain. I only know that when the blood sprayed unexpectedly, I instinctively shut my eyes; however, I can’t definitively say if any entered my eyes. I rinsed my eyes thoroughly with isotonic saline right after. I did everything I could.”
A heavy silence settled over them. During the operation, neither Belinda nor the resident physician assisting her had worn protective goggles or surgical magnifying glasses.
It was a common practice among many doctors when handling non-infectious patients. Many doctors didn’t wear protective eyewear regularly unless treating infectious patients.
Some physicians used surgical magnifying glasses to enhance their field of vision during procedures. These practices varied widely and were primarily based on individual habits among doctors. The incident this time served as a painful lesson for Belinda.
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Jazmine’s heart raced as dread crept up her spine. She glanced at Rowell, her voice quivering. “Dear… If that blood entered her eyeballs… What does that imply?”
Rowell’s face was grave, his voice low and measured. “If it reached the eyeballs, the likelihood of infection… would double.”
Both Belinda’s and Jazmine’s expressions shifted when they heard that.
Belinda’s teeth sank into her lip as a wave of unease washed over her, her face growing paler.
Noticing her reaction, Rowell spoke reassuringly. “It’s not all bad news. Since you rinsed your eyes multiple times with saline, there’s a good chance the exposure wasn’t severe.”
Despite his words, Belinda remained silent, unwilling to grasp at false hope. She knew Rowell was only trying to ease her worries.
He continued, “Listen, I had a colleague who faced a similar situation during surgery. He followed a strict twenty-eight-day post-exposure treatment, and in the end, his test results came back good—no infection.”
Belinda gave a small nod.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind, and she turned toward Jazmine. “I’ve already informed Mr. Baldwin that something came up. The solo concert will have to be postponed.”
Jazmine nodded in understanding. “Okay. Right now, just focus on resting. Don’t worry about anything else. Rowell and I will check in on you regularly.”
“Alright,” Belinda replied.
