Rory nodded, but when he saw William’s right leg, his expression became serious. Nana supported William, anxiously watching Rory. After exchanging glances with Jane, Nana slowly helped William sit on a nearby chair.
Rory removed the old bandages from William’s leg, only to find that the wound had worsened. He pursed his lips, carefully examining the wound and pressing the surrounding skin with his fingers. William furrowed his brows, beads of sweat forming, but he clenched his teeth, enduring the pain in silence.
Rory stood up, and Nana, her hands tightly clasped, quickly asked, “Uncle Newton, how is William? Can his leg still be treated?”
Rory shook his head, his expression grave. “His right leg is severely injured, and considering the time that has passed and the lack of proper care, the wound has deteriorated, affecting muscles and tendons. Even if I do my best to treat it, it’s unlikely to fully recover. In other words, even if I heal his leg, he may still end up with a disability.”
“What?” Nana exclaimed.
How could this be…
It seemed like William had anticipated this, as if he had given up on himself. He hung his head, not saying a word, just making a sound of dissent.
Tears welled up in Nana’s eyes upon hearing this. Although she had cried many times in these past few days, the pain in her heart persisted. She looked at William with teary eyes.
William… he must be feeling so sad, right?
Regardless, she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing!
Determined, Nana clenched her fist, looking earnestly at Rory, almost pleading. “Uncle Newton, no matter what, please do your best to treat William. Don’t leave him like this. Otherwise, he might have to undergo amputation, and he’ll be so miserable…”
As she spoke, tears fell, and she instinctively looked in William’s direction.
However, William completely ignored her words, paying no attention to what she was saying.
Jane, watching Nana, felt a pang of heartache. She also looked at Rory and said, “Uncle Newton, please help him.”
In Jane’s opinion, with Uncle Newton’s medical skills, William’s leg should have been treatable. But William didn’t cherish himself and ended up like this.
Even if Uncle Newton helped him with acupuncture, avoiding amputation, there was still a risk of disability.
What a pity.
After thinking for a moment, Rory eventually nodded. “Alright, I will do my best to treat his leg. Let me prepare, and I’ll give him acupuncture later.”
Who knew that William, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted like crazy when he saw Rory getting the acupuncture kit, “No need! I don’t need you to treat my leg! What master – quack, all of you are quacks! I’m already a useless person! Why bother with me? Just get lost!”
He spoke while glaring at everyone trying to approach him, especially Nana.
“William, have you had enough?” Jane couldn’t stand it and shouted. She walked up quickly and directly struck William’s neck with a knife hand.
William’s vision went black, and he fainted immediately.
“William, what’s wrong… William…” Nana, seeing this, was very worried and wanted to check on William’s condition.
Jane grabbed Nana, pursed her lips, and shook her head comfortingly. “It’s okay. I just hit the acupoint on his neck to make him quiet for a while. This way, Uncle Newton can acupuncture him more peacefully.”
Later, she turned to Rory, who was coming with a sterilized acupuncture kit, and nodded. “Uncle Newton, thank you.”
…
When William woke up again, it was already evening. Nana sat beside him, stirring a bowl of porridge.
He glanced down and saw that his right leg had been re-bandaged.
“William, you’re finally awake. It’s great… Uncle Newton has given you acupuncture and re-bandaged your leg,” Nana said with a smile when she saw him wake up, spooning some porridge toward him. “You’ve slept for several hours. Have some porridge first. Uncle Newton said you can only eat light food now.”
“Why did you save me?” William ignored the porridge, turned his head away from Nana, and only said a dry sentence after a while.
Nana was stunned, then pretended that nothing had happened and smiled, “You are my boyf-”
“I’m not your boyfriend!”
William quickly interrupted, turning his head to glare at Nana. Perhaps out of anger, his eyes became red.
Nana, how could she not understand…
He was a poor boy, now turned into a useless person. Being with him would only burden her…
This silly girl, why did she still come to find him?
He suppressed the impulse to embrace Nana and the pain in his heart, gritting his teeth as he spoke to the woman in front of him, “Didn’t I say that we’ve already broken up? Why did you still come to find me? Nana, how did I not realize you’re so stubborn before!”
“You’re a pampered rich girl, and I’m just a poor boy. I was with you just for the money from your family. Who do you think you are? Do you think I can’t live without you in this lifetime? You’re overestimating yourself!”
William’s voice was almost hoarse, his gaze fiercely fixed on Nana, as if he had some deep-seated hatred against her.
Nana froze, her expression changing from joy to disbelief, then to loss. Finally, she just lowered her eyes, placing the bowl of porridge on the bedside table.
“William, you’re not in a good mood now… It’s okay. I’ll leave. The porridge is here. Remember to eat it.”
Nana walked out of the hotel room, her eyes reddened again. She tilted her head up, forcing back her tears.
In the following days, she continued to come to the hotel room to take care of William’s daily life. However, the man always wore a stern expression and never said a kind word to Nana.
In a bar.
Nana sat at the bar, ignoring the bartender’s attempts to strike up a conversation. She held a glass of pale yellow whiskey, lifted her head, and took another big sip.
She had already had four or five drinks in a row.
Nana, slightly drunk, her face flushed with the aftereffects of alcohol, rested her head on her arm, staring at the glass in front of her, murmuring, “William, William…”
Carl was also in the bar with a few friends. He saw Nana’s figure when he came out of a private room.
He stopped, watching the woman’s back, a hint of heartache in his eyes.
“I’ll go over later.” He waved to his friends and walked toward Nana.
When he reached Nana’s side, seeing her somewhat intoxicated state, he instinctively glanced at the bartender, and then just lightly placed his hand on Nana’s shoulder.
“Nana, you’re drunk.”