A Crazy One-night Stand novel Chapter 81

Wilson frowned and thought for a moment. "She must have been in shock!" 

He didn't know much about medical knowledge, but previously, Alina also had a fever and stayed in hospital for some time. He remembered that it was because she was in shock when her plans were stolen.

"What happened to her anyway?" Bill stopped what he was doing. He turned to Wilson and looked at him with quizzical eyes, itching to know what had happened. 

Last night, Reed Valentine reported to him promptly when she returned back. According to her, Alina wasn't ill, but she had bruises all over her body.

That's really intriguing! He couldn't even begin to imagine Wilson's ravenous appearance.

"None of your business." Wilson answered coldly.

Bill begged, "Oh, don't be like this. There are some things that close friends should share with each other, right?"

He gave Wilson a knowing smile. However, his hands were busy with the medical equipment. Bill took out a syringe and did a sensitivity test for Alina.

Noticing the guilty look on Wilson's face as he stared at Alina, Bill's eyes shone with a wily smile. He put on a concerned expression and warned Wilson deliberately, "I can't guarantee that the fever will subside after giving her an IV drip. If it doesn't, she might lose her memory, or worse, she might go crazy. Do you know that a fever could burn the nerves in her brain? I'll show you an example!"  

He twitched his neck as if his movements were uncontrollable.

Bill was trying to scare Wilson. He knew that Wilson's understanding of medicine was really shallow. Wilson couldn't even remember simple first aid instructions, such as rubbing a bruise with an egg.

Bill recalled that in the past, Wilson always went to the hospital covered in injuries. He especially prepared a fully equipped first aid kit for Wilson, but every time, Wilson would go straight to the hospital and get treatment from him. Whenever did he ask Wilson if he had taken any painkillers or anti-inflammatory medicine, Wilson would reply nonchalantly, "I can't tell the medicines apart!"

Each time, Bill would admonish him impatiently. "Look at the manual then. Every medication comes with its own administration manual!" 

"It'd be easier to just come to the hospital!" Wilson's obstinate reply always made Bill growl in exasperation.  

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, Wilson furrowed his brows with worry. "If Lina lost her memory or went crazy, I will destroy Lanthem Hospital!" 

Bill was speechless at Wilson's sudden threat. 

Did he shoot himself in the foot? 

After checking for any allergic reaction to the sensitivity test, Bill quickly set up an IV drip for Alina. 

Seeing the liquid in the bottle dripping downwards, Wilson asked Bill, "When will she wake up?"

Bill didn't dare to joke around with Wilson anymore. He wasn't one to play by the rules and who knew what extreme measures Wilson would take. 

He immediately answered, "If nothing goes wrong, Alina will wake up after this IV drip is completed." 

"Well, if anything goes wrong, I will round up some thugs to destroy Lanthem Hospital!" Wilson uttered another threat frankly with an indifferent expression on his face. 

Bill could only look on helplessly. 

Inwardly, he was rolling his eyes in frustration. What did he do to deserve this? He must have owed Wilson a lot in his past life, so much so that he had to repay Wilson in this lifetime. 

He was the director of Lanthem Hospital, for goodness sake. He wasn't some cat or dog, waiting around for its owner. Once Bill received Wilson's call, he threw his work aside and rushed over immediately. Wilson wasn't only an ungrateful brat, in addition, he even piled on the threats to destroy Bill's hospital. What the actual f*ck? 

The passionate memory of last night resurfaced in his mind. Bill's eyes glazed over at that amorous thought. That woman was really heartless. After she had her way with him, she disappeared without a trace. Bill was still a virgin, a virgin! Did she not want to take responsibility after claiming his virginity?

Wilson had already left the room.

After leaving Alina, Wilson returned to his own room. Looking at the breakfast prepared by Simon, he reached out and touched it. The food had already gone cold.

He frowned, picked up the packed breakfast, and walked out. 

Wilson vaguely remembered that the kitchen was equipped with a microwave. If he managed to heat up the food, Alina would be able to eat it after she woke up. 

Walking to the door of Alina's room, he seemed to have thought about something. He walked in again and asked Bill, "How long will this IV drip last?" 

"About half an hour!" Bill looked up and saw a plastic bag in Wilson's hand. His eyes lit up and he teased Wilson, "Did you prepare breakfast for your wife?"

Wilson rolled his eyes at him and left.

He went to the kitchen. 

First, Wilson took the bread rolls out of the plastic bag. He opened the sterilization cabinet and placed the bread rolls neatly into a ceramic bowl. 

Then, he placed the bowl into the microwave. Confused by the many knobs and buttons, he turned the timer on the microwave. The bread rolls should be sufficiently hot by ten minutes, right?

Wilson set the timer for ten minutes, then sat down on the sofa. He flipped through a magazine as he waited for the bread rolls to heat up. 

Ten minutes later, he heard a bell go off in the kitchen. Wilson put down the magazine and stood up proudly. It seemed that it was not too troublesome to cook. No wonder Alina wanted to cook for herself.

He went up to the microwave and opened the microwave door. With his bare hands, he reached out to touch the bowl and was burned by the piping hot temperature. Wilson withdrew his hands immediately.  

So he glanced around the kitchen and found a pair of gloves. He put them on and took out the bowl from the microwave.

Looking at the steaming bread rolls, he nodded with satisfaction.

Next, Wilson took a sealed cup of porridge out of the plastic bag.

He opened the microwave door, put the cup of porridge in, and set the timer to ten minutes without hesitation. Wilson thought smugly, "Sure enough, practice makes perfect in everything, no matter what!"