Inside the ward.
As soon as James closed the door, he let go of Angela and stumbled over to the chair. His handsome face was pale with rasping breath as he sat down.
Angela stood close to the door, watching expressionlessly as the blood dripped down his palm and fell to the floor. When the red liquid soaked through his hospital gown little by little, he didn’t move or speak.
Looking up at her, James's eyes darkened a bit.
He closed his lips slightly and pressed the emergency button on the front of the hospital bed.
A few moments later, Dr. Chandler arrived in a hurry with two nurses.
When he saw Angela looking well sitting on the hospital bed, Dr. Chandler's face turned annoyed. He asked her with no patience,
"What's wrong with you again?"
"It's not her. It's me."
James covered his wound at the lower abdomen and said with a faint expression.
Angela was staying in the ward, so Dr. Chandler subconsciously thought that something had happened to her. Only when James spoke at this moment did he realize that James' gown was stained with a lot of blood, and there was a puddle of blood on the floor, which looked very shocking.
"Trauma?" Dr. Chandler asked.
James hummed, "It's been sewn, but it probably cracked open."
"Then why didn't you press the emergency button in your ward? One has pulmonary edema plus a leg problem and the other suffers from trauma. Could the emergency doctors be the same? Can’t you be serious?"
Dr. Chandler was very angry and scolded James.
James's lips were even pale at that point, but he continued to speak like a normal person, "Anyway, I won’t die."
Dr. Chandler felt that he couldn’t be more annoyed today. He turned his head and yelled at the two nurses behind him, "Call Dr. Ryan, and ask him to be here right now!"
The nurse responded and rushed to the phone.
Another doctor nearby looked at his phone and said to Dr. Chandler,
"Dr. Chandler, there's is something wrong with the patient in ward 612, and you need to come over."
"Then what are you still doing here? Go!" Dr. Chandler pushed up his glasses and walked away hurriedly without looking at James and Angela.
After Dr. Chandler and the others left, Dr. Ryan arrived in a hurry.
He asked the nurse behind him to open the medicine box. He picked up the anesthetic but then put it back. "Mr. Harvey, you...don’t use it, do you?"
"Yes."
James glanced at Angela but didn't know what she was thinking.
"It’s too painful and I can’t bear it."
It would be the reason to stay with her a little longer.
Dr. Ryan could only get out the anesthetic again, then asked James to take off his shirt and dealt with his wounds.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Angela lifted her eyes and swept a glance at James. He had several stitches at the lower abdomen, and the bloody scene at the moment looked hideous.
She frowned. She was not worried about his injuries, but about her brother.
The wound was so deep and serious, she wondered if James would make it difficult for her brother ...
"Mr. Harvey, I remember I’ve already warned you that your wound is deep and serious, you should have a rest in bed and not move around. Why didn't you listen to me? This cut on your hand must be made by something sharp! Or else it won't hurt like this! And as for your wound on your abdomen, you should be careful. If it tears, it might be life threatening!"
As the wound was about to be stitched up, Dr. Ryan rambled on.
James didn't make a sound, but glanced at Angela. When he saw her indifferent face, he felt painful in his heart.
"Dr. Ryan, may I ask was there anyone at the door when you came over?"
Angela looked at Dr. Ryan and asked. James' gaze that swept over every now and then made her feel uncomfortable.
Dr. Ryan replied, "There are always people in the hospital corridor. What kind of people do you refer to?"
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