"Prolonged consumption of instant noodles has led to malnutrition, and untreated gastritis has resulted in a high fever. The nosebleed is your body’s warning to you. I’ve asked a nurse to get medication for you in the infusion room. You’ll stay in the hospital tonight."
The doctor, having written up the case, said to Daisy Ginger.
"No way," Daisy Ginger protested urgently, "I have to work this afternoon..."
The doctor frowned, "Take the medical report I’m giving you to your boss. If he doesn’t grant you leave, go to the labor bureau and report him."
The doctor seemed quite displeased with her employer for exploiting employees .
She helplessly looked at Edward Stephens.
The man glanced at her, then walked over. Daisy Ginger, touched, thought he was going to speak on her behalf, but then she saw Edward Stephens take the medical report and walk towards the door.
"Edward..." she called out to him.
Reaching the door, the man turned and, seeing her still sitting there, frowned impatiently, "What are you still doing there? Go to the ward."
Daisy Ginger puffed her cheeks.
I knew he wasn’t so kind-hearted...
She reluctantly stood up from the chair, wrapped in a small blanket, trailing after him.
"Edward..." she couldn’t help but call out to him softly.
Edward Stephens walked ahead, ignoring her.
"I can’t walk anymore."
Edward Stephens stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and looked at her.
Daisy Ginger leaned against the wall, slightly panting, her face unusually flushed.
She probably really was out of strength, leaning against the wall with trembling legs, her whole body on the verge of collapsing.
So pitiable that even someone with a heart of stone would feel some sympathy.
Edward Stephens looked at her for a moment, then let out a light scoff, walked over, and picked her up in a horizontal embrace.
Daisy Ginger seemed aware of her wrongdoing, curled up quietly in his arms, not daring to speak further.
Upon entering the ward, a nurse immediately approached to help her change into hospital clothes.
Being a man, Edward Stephens was asked to leave. With nothing to do, he leaned against a wall, fiddling with his phone for a while.
Lady Stephens sent a message asking where he had gone and why he hadn’t returned for dinner.
After thinking about it, he decided not to mention Daisy Ginger’s situation and simply replied that he was eating out.
Edward Stephens waited for over half an hour before the nurse inside opened the door.
Does it take that long to change clothes?
He frowned slightly, walked in, and saw Daisy Ginger lying on the bed, with an IV drip attached. Her face looked even paler than before.
Seeing him enter, she weakly called out to him, "Edward."
Edward Stephens walked over, looked at her complexion, and frowned as he asked the nurse, "What’s going on?"
The nurse, arranging disinfectant cotton swabs, looked slightly intimidated by his icy demeanor and cautiously answered, "While changing Miss Ginger’s clothes, we found pus signs at a needle site on her back. We just cleaned it up. Her immunity might be down lately, so let her take a painkiller later."
She handed a small painkiller pill to him and pushed the cart out.
Edward Stephens looked at Daisy Ginger lying in bed.
The hospital gown was a normal size, but on Daisy Ginger, it hung loosely, revealing the cotton swabs applied to her treated area.
Edward Stephens lowered his head, gazing at her frail and pale face, and asked her, "Do you want to take the medication?"
Daisy Ginger shook her head, seeming to be in great discomfort, frowning continuously, "I can’t take it. My stomach hurts."
Edward Stephens looked at her for a while, then softly remarked, "Serves you right."
A grown adult, yet still unable to take care of herself, worse off than a primary school student.