Dulcina Calvo received an unknown message.
In the image, a man was seen entangled with a woman, and through the screen, she could feel the hot and ambiguous atmosphere there.
The man is none other than Esteban Zaragosa.
The heroine of the photograph is, naturally, Esteban Zaragosa’s wife, Claudio Belles.
Knowing that they were married and that it was normal to do such conjugal acts, her fingers went pale as she gripped the phone.
Claudio Belles is here to prove it.
Dulcina Calvo hacked that number right away.
He did not want to receive more information about Esteban Zaragosa and Claudio Belles.
…
The next morning, Esteban Zaragosa woke up with a severe headache and saw Claudio Belles, in his white shirt, hovering over him.
“Are you awake? I’ve made porridge, do you want to get up and eat some?”
Esteban Zaragosa’s face was cold, and his gaze was stern and cold as he looked at her, “Who gave you permission to wear my clothes?”
“What, what did you do to me last night, all forgotten?”
“Claudio Belles, don’t play with me at those little games, I’m not an idiot, I’m in that state of drunkenness and I have the strength to do it with you…”
Esteban Zaragosa gave her a cold look before pulling up the sheets and getting out of bed, saying indifferently, “I’m going to get out of the shower and I don’t want to see you again.”
Claudius Belles stood in front of him, directly blocking his path, with a bold, condescending look directed at him.
Esteban Zaragosa’s brow furrowed deeply, anger lurking beneath his dark eyes, “What do you want?”
The woman stared into his dark eyes, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one, “Continue what you didn’t do last night.”
“Crazy!”
Esteban Zaragosa pushed her shoulder away, went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Claudius Belles got to his feet, ran to him and tried to open the bathroom door, only to find that it had been unlocked by him.
Are you that upset with her?
…
Dulcina Calvo has just gone to work at the second hospital, having worked several nights in a row, and is about to leave the hospital, dressed and with her purse, when a man approaches her on a rolling stretcher.
Dulcina Calvo’s eyes looked up and saw the man lying on the rolling stretcher, none other than Esteban Zaragosa.
His face was pale, so pale that there was no blood on it, and the doctor and nurse at his side rushed him to the emergency room.
Dulcina Calvo’s eyes fluttered as she grabbed a nurse at random and asked, “What happened to that gentleman?”
“Oh, it looks like he’s bleeding from the stomach, it’s pretty serious!”
Gastric hemorrhage …
Dulcina Calvo returned home, her mind a blank.
He stood in front of the kitchen stove, cooking his noodles, until the water boiled and burned his hand, and he ate the pain back.
He had been hungry and loved noodles, but now smelling such fragrant noodles took away his appetite.
In my head, over and over again, I see Esteban Zaragosa’s face.
He shook his head, thinking she was being nosy, he was bleeding from the stomach, even if it was serious, his wife would take care of him, what did he care about being poor here?
After eating the noodles, I don’t know if it was because I had eaten too much or because I had too many things on my mind, but I took a bath and went to bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Esteban Zaragosa… is he going to be okay?
…
The next morning, Dulcina Calvo woke up surprisingly early and arrived at the hospital first thing in the morning.
After changing into his work clothes, he ran to the gastroenterology service and asked for Esteban Zaragosa’s room.
Sixty-three neighborhood.
Dulcina Calvo goes from room to room.
Arriving in ward sixty-three, a glance through the small transparent glass of the door revealed Esteban Zaragosa in his bed.
He sat propped up on the bed, still pale and with his large hand on his stomach, apparently distressed.
He also does not appear to have a caretaker nearby.
Inexplicably, Dulcina Calvo’s heart aches a little.
She bit her lip, scorning herself a little….
He’s another woman’s husband, so why the hell are you upset.
In the living room, Esteban Zaragosa’s face suddenly turned and Dulcina Calvo was so frightened that she crouched by the door.
Take a deep breath and return to your section.
On the way, he overheard a conversation between a nurse and a doctor.
“Dr. Montrelle, the patient in room 63 is a real nuisance, I hear he refuses to eat.”
“He is not vomiting blood, he can eat liquid food of this type, if he does not eat, it is not good for his stomach, you can go to persuade him later.”
The young nurse shook her head in dismay as soon as she heard this, “Dr. Montrelle, don’t give me a hard time, that patient is so moody, his face is as cold as Hades, I wouldn’t dare provoke him.”
…
Dulcina Calvo frowns.
Why don’t you listen to me when your stomach is upset like this?
He returned to his section while worrying again about Esteban Zaragosa’s stomach.
It has been a long day and Dulcina Calvo has not worked well.
I received a WhatsApp from Estrella Berrocal at lunchtime.
“It seems that Dr. Esteban has been admitted to the hospital with a stomach hemorrhage, and from what Adam said, he doesn’t seem to have any family, he seems to be in the second hospital, and Adam asked me to accompany him to see Dr. Esteban. ”
Dulcina Calvo looked at this WhatsApp with a bad taste in her mouth and returned the message: “Let me know when you come with President Rouco, then. ”
During her lunch break, she ran to the supermarket to buy rice, borrowed a small rice cooker from a colleague and boiled some white porridge in the break room, keeping it warm until the afternoon.
Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal approached shortly after 5:00 pm.
Dulcina Calvo served the white porridge in a thermos and handed it to Estrella Berrocal.
“I made some white porridge to eat, but I didn’t finish it, so you can take it with you on the way.”
Estrella Berrocal was stunned, carrying the thermos and looking at her with a satisfied smile, “Don’t you go to the hospital canteen to eat and make your own white porridge to drink? Since when do you like to lose weight?”.
“Gee, I’ve been working late at night lately and eating a lot of snacks, I want to lose some weight, so you and Presidente Rouco get over there, I’ve got work to do!”.
Dulcina Calvo pushes Estrella Berrocal.
Estrella Berrocal asked again, “Are you sure you don’t want to go?”.
“I’m not going, what am I going to do?”
It’s all broken, plus people are married, so what counts is: “By the way, you … don’t tell Esteban Zaragosa that I work in this hospital and he doesn’t know”.
Estrella Berrocal looked at Adán Rouco with a vague smile under her eyes and nodded, “I won’t tell him.”
Dulcina Calvo sighed as she watched Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal make their way to the hospitalization unit, their hands tucked into the pockets of their white coats.
Estrella Berrocal looked at the pink thermos: “It seems that Dulcina still has feelings for Dr. Esteban. ”
Adán Rouco put his arm around her and said, “You can’t break up, Esteban Zaragosa is not someone who gives up easily.”
Estrella Berrocal froze: “You’re not faking your illness, are you?”.
How else could one come for treatment to the hospital where Dulcina works?
With so many hospitals in the Holy City, it’s not like the second hospital has the best faculty.
Adán Rouco raised his hand and rubbed his head: “You can’t talk nonsense”.
“I’m not going to help Dr. Esteban pursue Dulcina until he gets a divorce. Even if he is no longer in love with the one on his marriage certificate, that is still a license. You can’t help him chase Dulcina either. ”
Adán Rouco lost his smile and stretched out his hands: “Mrs. Rouco, do I look like someone meddling?”.
Let alone something like matchmaking, which is of no interest to him.