It’s winter abroad and it’s snowing.
Alex Brown leaves and returns, but it makes no difference to Marisa Miller, because she repeats the same thing every day.
“Paul Johnson I’m warning you, I have to see Alex today , and if you mess up again, I… I’ll never care about you again!”
Marisa Darcypushed his wheelchair around the corner to the stairs and paced alone at the end of the hallway.
Outside Alex Brown’ hospital room, still guarded by two bodyguards, it was observed that a nurse had just gone in to give him an infusion and was almost out.
Marisa Darcypretended to admire the scenery, and when the nurse came out, she immediately raised her step forward.
When she passed by, she grabbed an infusion bag from the cart.
Just as she reached the front of the ward, the bodyguard immediately raised his hand to stop it, his eyes glancing warily at her face.
“The medicine is wrong, let me in to change it!” Through the layer of mask, the voice became dull and hard to discern.
The bodyguards glanced at each other and said suspiciously, “It wasn’t you just now.”
“That nurse still has something to do, I came here for her, hurry up and get out of the way, or something will happen!”
Marisa Darcypretended to be anxious, but did not dare to raise her voice for fear of being heard by the nurse who had not yet come downstairs.
Mr. Brown was seriously ill, and Randall Harrah had ordered repeatedly that Mr. Brown’ safety was the primary concern. The woman in front of him is delicate and should not have the ability to assassinate, and even if she does, they are closely monitored, so that there is no accident.
After a little consideration, the bodyguards agreed to let go.
Marisa Miller’s eyes turned red with excitement as she finally got what she wanted after days of hard work.
But at that moment, Paul Johnson, who was hiding in the corner watching the scene, suddenly turned his wheelchair and hit the staircase handrail, making a loud noise.
The nurse, who had already entered the elevator, subconsciously peeked out to see what was going on, and upon seeing Marisa Darcyin front of the ward, asked in a loud voice, “Hey, which condition are you from, I’m in charge here!”
The bodyguard moved a beat, and then quickly withdrew his hand and stared at Marisa Darcycross-eyed.
“What are you?!”
If these people remembered her true face, it would be much more difficult to see Alex Brown again.
Marisa Darcyhastily pressed on her mask and dashed into the stairwell at the other end of the hallway.
It was a good thing that the bodyguards were tasked with protecting Alex Brown and could not leave their post, otherwise Marisa Darcywould not have been able to escape even if she had run fast.
Hospital garden.
“You’re sick, aren’t you?
Marisa Darcywas so angry that she pointed at Paul Johnson and cursed: “You know I want to see Alex, but you want to interfere with it. Talk to me!”
Patients walking by in the distance, hearing the noise, cast curious glances and even a few laughs.
Paul Johnson was unconcerned, occasionally glaring back viciously, but always with the same gentle look when facing Marisa Miller.
“I didn’t. It’s just that the ground is uneven there and the wheelchair slipped.” He tilted his head to look at her and explained softly.
Marisa Darcylaughed angrily and shook her head, “You don’t admit it, do you? Oh, Paul Johnson, you make me sick!”
Marisa Darcyfelt she had been very generous to Paul Johnson.
Since she slept with him that day, she has been by his side day after day, and although she is not very good at taking care of people, she is doing her best. That was enough to repay his kindness, right?
But what about him?
Whenever she saw an opportunity to barge in, he pretended to be in pain and fainted, and when she saw that she had caught him in the act, he started making anonymous phone calls to get the nurse on duty to stop her.
After being caught out again, she leaves him at home and he sneaks up on her, then does the same thing again.
“Once or twice I can forgive, but don’t you dare treat me like a fool!” Marisa Darcylowered her eyes and looked down contemptuously: “Paul Johnson, don’t forget what you are. Look in the mirror and see what you are capable of forcing me to keep you for the rest of my life!”
The cruel words were like sharp knives, piercing into the heart, dripping with blood.
Looking at her decisive back, Paul Johnson slowly stroked his leg, but the corners of his mouth were always curved.
She will definitely come back, every time before she was so furiously abusive, and then left him behind, but in the end, but still unbearable to come back to get him, and today will not change.
However, today she really did not come back.
The winter here is not bitterly cold, but after blowing outside for a long time, the body still becomes as cold as ice, the sun rises from the east to the mid-air and drifts to the west, and the wounds are aching.
Paul Johnson tried to turn the wheelchair, but the former tough guy was now stuck on the gravel road.
The wheelchair could not go in a straight line on the gravel road, and if he went fast, he would crash uncontrollably into the greenery on the side of the road. He used all his strength to control the smoothness, and inadvertently pressed his injured leg, causing cold sweat all over his body.
“Do you need help?”
A woman’s voice came from behind him.
Turning his head, Tina Everard stood there quietly with a lunch box in her hand.
After receiving an affirmative reply, Tina Everard pushed the wheelchair out of the garden, learned that he lived in a neighborhood at the other end of the city and had no one to pick him up, and drove him straight back to his apartment.
It took half a day of ringing the doorbell before the sound of footsteps rang inside.
“Aren’t you able to come back alone? Looks like you’ve recovered well, you used to pretend with me…”
Marisa Darcysneered and pulled the door open, sounding a little strange, like she was drunk.
Sure enough, the door opened fully and the strong smell of alcohol hit him. And noticing Tina Everard standing beside him, Marisa Darcyfroze in place, frowning and scowling.
“And this is?”
Paul Johnson nodded gratefully toward Tina Everard and explained, “Miss Everard was passing through the garden and saw that I was having trouble getting around and was kind enough to bring me back.”
Kindly?
How many things has she done for him every day, and how many thanks has she ever received in return? This woman only gave him a ride, and it’s worth him caring so much?
Marisa Darcysuddenly shouted with emotion.
“Don’t give me that! Who the hell is she? Is she your new lover, or your old one? I really underestimated you before!”
Marisa Miller’s madness was something Paul Johnson was used to seeing, but Tina Everard was kind enough to send him home and shouldn’t be insulted because of him.
“Sorry Miss Everard, thanks for your help, I’ll thank you in person next time I have the chance, if you have something to do, go ahead and get busy.” Paul Johnson said with a slightly apologetic smile.
Tina Everard was indeed frightened by Marisa Miller, and if she hadn’t seen her drunk, she would have taken her for a mental patient.
With a nod, Tina Everard turned around and got back into her car.
The car drove away.
“What are you looking at? She just felt sorry for you and threw you back like a beggar, you don’t really think she likes you, do you? You are also worthy!”
Paul Johnson patiently explained, “We met by chance in the hospital garden, that lady was just enthusiastic, and I had no other thoughts.”
“Don’t you dare have?” Marisa Darcysnickered, raised her arms and looked at him from top to bottom: “With your looks, you are lucky that this lady doesn’t dislike you!”
Paul Johnson dropped his head and fell silent.
Marisa Darcyhates this kind of attitude, as if the whole world owes him, as if deliberately reminded that he has become like this because of her!
“Are you dumb?”
Marisa Darcykicked the armrest of the wheelchair.
The wheelchair slid backwards, crushing over a marble-sized stone and nearly toppling over.
Fortunately, Paul Johnson is still flexible, quickly pressed the whole body gravity on the other side, to stabilize the body.
But the pain in his right leg, which had not yet healed, began again.
He gritted his teeth and braced himself, and a cold sweat broke out behind his back.
Marisa Darcywas oblivious: “I advise you to be aware of yourself, in this world, only a man like Alex Brown is worthy of me, and he is the only one in my heart. You’re just a spare tire. If I’m in a good mood later, I might be able to keep you as a lover.”
Seeing Paul Johnson’s lips open and close, as if to say something, Marisa Darcyfrowned impatiently: “Speak up!”
“I said…” Paul Johnson slowly lifted his head, his red-blooded eyes misting over, not knowing whether it was because his leg hurt or his heart: “You go. I don’t need you to take care of me, want to go to Alex Brown or just go home, it’s up to you, I’ll set you free.”
Now this is what he was doing, breaking up with her?
Marisa Darcygave an incredulous smile, “Say that again if you dare!”
Paul Johnson curled his lips tiredly and shook his head: “We don’t fit together, and it’s just mutual torture.”
Marisa Miller’s alcoholic spirit was gone. With her hands at her waist, she paced anxiously in the doorway, then pointed at Paul Johnson: “I’m giving you one last chance, do you want me to leave?”
Paul Johnson stopped responding and simply turned his wheelchair to enter the door.
Marisa Darcypulled her suitcase out of the apartment, leaving an infinitely longer trail of footprints behind her…
–Surgery soon, right? Be sure to cooperate with your treatment, listen to Dr. Everard, and no tantrums. Keira and I are fine, Joe and Eva are doing well, and if I meet the right person, I will consider giving Keira a home, don’t worry, don’t miss it.
The first text message from Emma Rosy, after many days away from home.
Alex Brown leaned over the bed, reading each word of the text repeatedly, as if he could draw out a faint warmth from it. Then he pressed the phone to his chest and looked out the window.
Emma Rosy’s text message was a balm for the increasingly depressed Alex Brown, and it was certainly good news for Tina Everard.
She would do her best to make sure Alex Brown’ surgery was a success, but if Emma Rosy was in someone else’s arms before then, the healed Alex Brown would be hers alone.
On this day, Tina Everard had just finished taking Alex Brown’ blood pressure when Randall Harrah barged into the room, saying he wanted to say goodbye before he left.
Tina Everard was not used to men like Randall Harrah, so she said hello and excused herself to leave.
Randall Harrah looked out the door and sat down on the edge of the bed: “The woman you’re with is getting lower and lower, she doesn’t even know how to care for the disabled, look at the way she looks at me.”
Alex Brown smiled haughtily, “Come on, let’s talk about it.”
“Here’s the thing, there’s a little trouble at the company headquarters, so I’m going to go back and take care of it, and stay a few more days to help you take care of your sweetheart.”
Marisa Miller’s whereabouts were unknown lately, and he heard from his bodyguard that someone pretending to be a nurse tried to sneak in yesterday, and it was probably her again.
Alex Brown patted Randall Harrah’s shoulder: “Thanks. Remember, don’t…”
“Don’t let her find out!”
Randall Harrah, who had guessed what he was going to say, added first, then stood up with his crutches and waved his hand, “Let’s go, see you later.”
Hospital lobby.
Randall Harrah’s figure disappears outside the door, Tina Everard picks up the lunch she just bought and prepares to deliver it to Alex Brown’ ward, just a few steps away, a man in a wheelchair suddenly appears in her afterglow, and she can’t help but sigh, it’s really a destiny.
“Sir, you… are alone again?” She walked over and deliberately looked behind Paul Johnson, afraid of meeting yesterday’s shrew again.
Paul Johnson responded with slight embarrassment, “Yes, I’m here for a follow-up.”
Tina Everard saw that Paul Johnson was having too much trouble going upstairs and downstairs in his wheelchair, so she offered to help.
Paul Johnson excused himself for a moment, but his body was not up to it, so he could only thank her again and again.
Shortly after Alex Brown left, Emma Rosy resumed her internship. The rumors had passed and there was hardly any mention of her and Kenny Clarke’s “affair” in the hospital.
Keira has started kindergarten, and because of the hospital’s busy schedule and frequent overtime, most days Emma Rosy drops her off in the morning and Joe Wright and Eva Taylor pick her up in the afternoon.
It’s Friday, so Keira wants to go out and play when she sees them.
“Last time mommy promised to take me to a barbecue, but she never took the day off, and now I’m so hungry…,” Keira mumbled, rubbing her tummy and pouting.
Joe Wright and Eva Taylor looked at each other and laughed at the look on her face.
They of them had discussed on the way here that they would go to the playground first, buy some snacks in the meantime, and then go to a restaurant to have a full meal when they were tired.
After learning of their plan, Keira raised her arms and jumped up and down with excitement, “Yeah! That’s awesome!”
Joe Wright lifted Keira up and let her ride on his neck, then took Eva Taylor’s hand and strolled down the boulevard.
At the same time, Emma Rosy was busy in the hospital.
After resuming her internship, Emma Rosy was transferred to the emergency department to study with a new instructor.
An hour earlier, a gas furnace had exploded in a suburban home, causing serious injuries.
At that moment, another patient was brought into the emergency room.
“Doctors, help! Our teacher… was in the middle of a class and suddenly passed out…”
“No, it seems to feel pain first, and then faint!”
“I sat in the first row to see most clearly, the teacher she first vomited, and not pain…”
Several junior high school boys gathered around the patient, scrambling to describe the situation, and two middle-aged men rushed in behind them, like the patient’s family.
The interns had never dealt with such chaotic scenes and were a bit flustered for a while. Emma Rosy hurriedly stepped forward and ordered two people to prepare basic medicines and equipment, sent one person to inform the instructor, and then said in a loud voice: “Be quiet first, one of you tell the situation!”
At these words, the arguing boys finally silenced, only the student sitting in the first row spoke up.
“She is our teacher, just now in class suddenly did not feel well, the face is particularly ugly. Then she threw up, foaming at the mouth like in the TV show, and by the time we rushed to the podium, she had already fainted.”
The intern left behind by Emma Rosy hurriedly asked, “Is it epilepsy? Where’s the family, does the patient have a history of epilepsy?!”
The snotty middle-aged people next to her shook their heads, worried about their daughter, so anxious that they couldn’t speak in tones: “I don’t know wow, what illness… my child is fine, except for the flu and fever, never had any other illness!”
The patient had fallen into a coma, the intern said with a final word: “It must be a seizure, Dr. Richard, go and prepare the medication, it must be injected urgently!”
Emma Rosy leaned down to do a basic examination of the patient and felt something was wrong: “Wait, let’s make sure the condition is right before we administer the medication.”
Emma Rosy was still examining the patient with one hand.
Finally, after lifting the patient’s clothes, a large red rash became visible.
“Allergic reaction!”
Emma Rosy ordered two interns to prepare anti-allergy medication and to take a blood sample from the patient for testing.
“The patient was scratching her body, not in convulsions, but itching from an allergic reaction.” She explained as she injected the medication.