Thinking of this, the doctor tentatively inquired again, “So you think that report was tampered with just now?”
“It shouldn’t be the report,” Jay shook his head, “I’d like to think that it’s something else my mother took that made her get better so quickly.”
At that, the doctor’s eyes grew more and more confused, “Then … this is a good thing.”
Although we don’t know exactly what happened to Nancy yet, her condition did start to improve, which is a good thing.
Why does Jay have to put on a stony face.
“If it’s true that you take something to get better, how can you be sure that there are no side effects to this stuff?” Jay asked.
Fear is afraid that the current improvement is just an illusion.
When all the pent-up illnesses break out, will Nancy be able to cope with them?
In the office, both men fell silent.
The atmosphere was gloomy.
At the other end, Nancy had finished all the tests and came back to the office to see Jay.
“Jay, those inspection reports said they would be emailed, so let’s go back.” Nancy said.
“Good,” Jay stood up, “then doctor, after that my mother’s condition will be much obliged to you, and we’ll go home.”
With Nancy in tow, the two drove back to Sea Sky Mansion.
Only halfway down the road, Nancy’s face was a little off, and her hand was tightly covering her stomach, as if she was having a hard time.
Jay was keenly aware and his expression became grave, “Mother, are you not feeling well?”
“It’s okay, it’s just a daily stomach upset, just hang in there a little longer.” Nancy was full of care.
Even told Jay, “I asked the nurse too, it’s normal colic for fibroids, just take it easy for a while.”
The mouth is clear and breezy, but cold sweat has begun to seep out of the corners of the forehead.
Jay Faye’s thin lips pursed into a line and turned the car around directly, heading for the hospital!
“Jay, I’ve told you I’m fine, we should go home.” Nancy was still holding on.
“You think you’re okay? When do you think you’re okay? Do you have to be lying on the floor, unable to stand up, to be okay?” Jay asked icily.
And I don’t know if it was anger or anxiety, but his voice was loud, almost a roar.
Nancy had never seen him look so horrible, and all the words that came to her mouth were swallowed back.
The dead hold down the stomach, curled up in the corner of the car, no longer say anything.
Faced with the return of Jay’s mother and son, the doctor was surprised and not surprised.
Arrangements were made for a nurse to take Nancy to the operating room in preparation for an emergency checkup.
But, Nancy stepped out of the car in style.
Elegant and dignified, as if the queen of the 18th century castle, eyes look askance and arrogant, look at all people have a kind of look at the subordinates of the reserved.
All over the body, you can’t see half of the sick and painful look.
The doctor was dumbfounded, “Is this … sure that the abdominal pain is unbearable and requires an emergency trip to the operating room?”
It simply looks healthier than he is!
Jay was similar to the doctor and walked straight up to Nancy, “Didn’t you have a stomachache just now, are you better now?”
“It’s fake.” Nancy said.
What?
Nancy blinked and laughed softly, “I said it was a lie, just to test you and see if you love me as a mother or not.”