“You’re just a little brat!” Jane sat up straight, surprised to see the medicine she had spilled earlier in front of her.
They had returned…
Under Patrick’s watchful gaze, Jane reluctantly pinched her nose and drank the bowl of “replicated” medicine.
“After you finish your medicine, I’ll go out and handle work.”
Patrick’s serious voice made Jane feel like crying.
“I’ve already finished my medicine. I want to sleep now. You can go out and do your work.” Jane lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with turbulent emotions inside her.
Patrick glanced in her direction with a thousand worries before getting up to approach her.
Jane pulled the blanket over herself and hid under it. Patrick patted her head before planting a deep kiss on her forehead.
She hid inside, quietly listening to the door being gently closed. Only then did she poke her head out and glance at the few pieces of paper on the bedside table, picking them up to examine.
They were just a few infusion forms, and she didn’t notice anything unusual.
From Patrick’s various reactions, she could tell that her condition was not ordinary. What kind of illness did she have? Did she even have the right to know?
The more Jane thought about it, the more restless she became. She always felt like there were countless worms crawling inside her body, causing an unbearable itch.
At this moment, Finley came to visit Jane and saw her standing alone by the window. She quickly ran over and asked, “Jane, what’s wrong?”
Jane’s lips curved slightly, revealing a hint of a smile. “Why don’t you accompany me outside for some fresh air?”
Upon hearing this, Finley breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Jane had learned about her condition. So she changed her clothes with her and went directly to the place where they had rescued those cats and dogs, to visit them.
Jane looked at the cats and dogs in front of her, feeling a sense of relaxation in her heart.
Under the warm sunlight, these little animals rolled around on the dry floor, occasionally stretching out their jelly-like pink paws, creating a pleasant atmosphere.
Jane squatted down, gently reaching out her hand to stroke the necks of the cats and dogs.
Soon, the little kittens closed their eyes and purred comfortably.
This sight amused Jane, and she pouted, caressing the heads of the kittens.
“I’ll end up bald if you keep grooming me.”
Finley watched with a smile, grinning from ear to ear.
“Kittens won’t go bald.”
Jane made a couple of kissing sounds towards the cat, and it meowed as if understanding human speech.
“Alright, alright, I can’t resist you.”
Finley shook her head helplessly. Jane and Finley spent the whole afternoon in the alley.
As the sky gradually darkened, Jane stood up and brushed off the dust from her body. “It’s getting late, we should go back.”
Looking at the playful cat on the ground, Jane’s gaze softened.
Seeing Jane’s appearance, Finley felt relieved. Thankfully, Patrick had handled her situation satisfactorily.
It seemed that Jane’s inner turmoil had been appeased, and Finley smiled contentedly.
“Well, let’s go back.”
Finley poured some food for the cats and dogs, then supported Jane’s hand and walked out of the alley.
At first, Jane was a bit uncomfortable being supported by someone, but it was Patrick’s request, so Finley had to comply.
Helping Finley didn’t have much effect; Jane only felt that her steps were not as light as before, but she could still walk a distance on her own.
Thinking about this, Jane shook her head helplessly.
She used to have some divine powers, but now her body was ruined because of a miscarriage. It was really not worth it.
She could only blame herself for not paying attention all along, which led to her current situation.
Jane arrived at the entrance of the alley, where a Land Rover was parked.
Patrick rolled down the car window. He had a cleanliness obsession and wasn’t interested in cats and dogs, so he had been waiting at the door for Jane.
Jane let out a slight yawn, bid farewell to Finley, and then opened the car door and sat down.
“Are you happy?”
Patrick noticed the expression on Jane’s face from a distance, and she seemed more relaxed than before.
“Hmm.” Jane nodded. “Who wouldn’t be moved by such cute little animals?”
“Heh…” Patrick smiled with narrowed eyes and then gently pressed the accelerator, and the car started slowly.
With her eyes closed, Jane sat in the passenger seat, listening to the soft music playing from Patrick’s playlist.
Today was different from the usual routine at the hospital, where it was all about eating and sleeping. Today felt a bit more fulfilling, and now Jane was starting to feel a bit sleepy.
Patrick parked the car in the middle of the hospital and carefully lifted the sleeping Jane. His movements were light, not waking her up.
It was evident that Jane was truly tired today.
Patrick felt a bit sorry for her, but seeing Jane’s relaxed mood was also a good outcome.
Patrick gently placed Jane on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
He then went to the bathroom, prepared a basin of warm water, and gently wiped her face and limbs.
Once everything was taken care of, Patrick went to the doctor’s office.
“Mr. Pansy.”
Seeing Patrick, the doctor stood up.
“Hmm.” Patrick nodded slightly. “Today, I let her go out and relax a bit. She came back feeling tired and has already fallen asleep.”
This suggestion was also made by the doctor. He mentioned that keeping Jane in the hospital room all the time would suppress her mood, and it would be better for her to go out when she showed some improvement.
“It’s good for the patient’s mental recovery to spend more time outside.”
The doctor nodded. When he had diagnosed Jane before, she always wore a gloomy expression. It seemed that the miscarriage had a significant impact on her.
“Is there anything else to be aware of?” Patrick asked.
“It’s better to let the patient go out more. During my examinations these days, the patient’s mood has been off, showing signs of anxiety.”
Hearing this, Patrick furrowed his brow.
“Anxiety?”
When he first met Jane, she was a lively and sunny girl. It was surprising to hear that she now had such symptoms.
“Yes.” The doctor nodded heavily. “So right now, the patient should avoid any stimulation. Taking her out for a change of scenery today was a good decision. It’s worth trying more in the future.”
“Okay.”
Patrick nodded. He returned to the room and saw that Jane was still fast asleep.
He gently caressed Jane’s cheek, determined not to let her suffer any harm again.
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting its glow on Jane’s body.