Chapter 192

Book:Flash Marriage, Billionaire's Sweet Wife Published:2024-5-1

Right now, her feelings for Phoebe Clarkson were rather complicated.
Firstly, she felt sympathy for her, and secondly, she felt pity for her experience.
She had suffered a devastating blow at her most beautiful and purest age. Even if she wanted to get out of that haze, the haze she experienced would not let her go.
Elisa asked: “The dean took the matter on him in order to protect me. What about Tyler Walter? Phoebe Clarkson is his only family member, how could he do anything to her? ”
“The road Phoebe Clarkson walks on is a dead end, it is more dangerous outside than in prison. After she goes in, we can use our relationship to make her feel better. ”
Elisa realized that Willliam was right.
However, who could indifferently accept that they had lost their freedom?
Moreover, Phoebe Clarkson wasn’t really crazy, she had a time when she was awake.
Because of a mistake, this girl’s life went astray. From then on, she went astray.
Elisa realized that from birth to death, people walked on paths of crisis and fortune.
Before they were born, some are aborted.
A small part of people ended there; after they were born, those who were not ill, healthy, and well, won; during their long lives, they won again without any accidental injuries, without loss of limbs or heart or lungs; they had a good family, a good record, and a good job, and they had a very certain places in society.
When Elisa thought of this, She was already so lucky.
Willliam listened to Elisa’s light breathing, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated.
“Riche, what are you thinking right now?”
“How long do you want to stay at your parents’s home?”
“I want to stay a few more days.”
“You can stay for as long as you want. Don’t worry about it.”
Elisa rubbed her face, turned the temperature down to 19 degrees, and hid under the quilt.
She didn’t know what to say to Willliam, but she didn’t want to hang up right now.
Willliam seemed to know what she was thinking and he didn’t mind.
Thus, the two of them contributed to the telecommunication company.
After an unknown period of time, Willliam finally said softly, “It’s getting late, get to bed early. Tomorrow morning, I will bring Bruce to my parents’ place for breakfast. ”
“Yes, yes.” “Good night, tycoon.”
“Good night.”
Elisa hung up the phone and quickly fell asleep.
The next day.
Before Elisa could fully wake up, she heard Emily White’s excited screams from downstairs.
“Darling, Wheel, you’re all here. Fortunately, Grandmother prepared a large portion of breakfast in advance. You guys should hurry up and eat, don’t leave any for your Mommy. ”
Elisa quietly snorted, showing her protest.
A large, warm, dry hand touched her forehead.
Elisa opened his eyes and saw Willliam as expected.
Elisa smiled, “Aren’t you going to hurry up and eat breakfast? When I take action, there won’t even be a speck left. ”
“You can’t eat that much.” Willliam laughed, and caressed her soft and cold hair.
Her hair had been air-conditioned all night. It was icy, without a trace of warmth, as easy to touch as satin.
Elisa tilted her head and looked at the hair on Willliam’s hand, “Touch once for 10 million.”
“The price has been lowered?”
“Husband and wife price.” Elisa laughed as she spoke.
Willliam saw her smile and squinted his eyes, “Hurry up and get up, otherwise you’ll be late for work.”
“Yes.” I have to go to the hospital earlier today. Zommy has seven operations today, and I have to follow along with the whole process. ”
“So busy?”
“All the doctors at public hospitals are like this. “Actually, it’s not a big deal to work continuously at all..”
“Why did I suddenly have this kind of feeling?” Willliam asked.
A senior sister resigned yesterday. She was only a step away from being an expert, but she resigned.” Elisa paused before continuing, “From the time she entered the medical academy until the time she resigned, eighteen years, she has always been diligent. She has never made any mistakes , and she has worked for 137 hours straight without hearing any complaints from her. Her promotion was rapid, and her mentor had praised her in public and in private. As long as she persisted, she would become an expert. But she gave up.
As Elisa spoke, he opened her facebook and handed over the last long article written by that senior sister to Willliam.
Willliam took the phone and read the words on it.
“I decided to turn off my phone to avoid everyone’s concerns and inquiries, and to face my friends and mentors in a nearly violent manner. I did not expect that after working as a doctor for so long, I would finally leave in such an irresponsible manner. That’s what I didn’t think of in my career plan. The media, patients, and their families are all using various methods and opinions to question the conscience, humanity, and professional ethics of the medical workers. Who has ever asked them? After 98 hours of treatment and rescue in the fire disaster at the mega-mall, my colleagues and I did our best to treat the injured. When we walked out of the operating room, we were confronted not by the expected family, but by a murderous mob. They looked with cold eyes at their loved ones who had just escaped from the gates of hell and were still in danger, and they smashed everything they could hit, including us. An old doctor who had been beaten to a pulp still didn’t dare to fight back. He covered his face with his hand, and the man who excerted this violence immediately took his cell phone to take a picture. He called the media and said that the doctor had hit someone. Then he called his other relatives and said that he had successfully coerced the doctor into making his move. The look on his face scared and chilled me. And after the media made a big fuss about it, in the end, my senior’s performance was compromised and he was also wounded. My heart and my flesh, which I had nurtured for three years, also died at the feet of those people. Over the years, I’ve tried to resign three times. Once I worked overtime for half a month without a day’s rest, and the second time I saw a transfer student living in a villa in a limousine and a salary that was only enough for me to make a living. I didn’t resign in the end. I felt that the industry needed me and the patients needed me. After this, I found that I could no longer serve these people, and even felt from the bottom of my heart that these people did not deserve a doctor. I am sorry to leave the profession in which I have sworn to serve for the rest of my life, and I believe that I have lived and worked better in other fields, but I still do not know how to get my former colleagues and teachers out of this predicament. If our hearts can be broken once, twice, or even a hundred times, one day it will fall into a pile of dust, what will they do then? ”
Willliam put down his phone and said softly, “Were you unhappy last night because of this?”