Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 225

"Whoa! Yates, you can't go!" Merry suddenly burst into tears. Her cries took Cordelia by surprise, leaving her bewildered by the swift turn of events and struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

Floyd's legs gave way beneath him, and he nearly collapsed to the floor in shock. He stared blankly at the doctor, his eyes fixed on the emergency room door, with only one thought racing through his mind—how could this happen?

Yates wasn’t supposed to be like this. Five years ago, when Floyd pushed Yates away, he never imagined Yates could do something so drastic. If he had known this would happen, he would never have done it.

Floyd clenched his fists tightly. Yates was in trouble, and he would never forgive himself. No, he owed Yates his life...

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, the doctor's next words caught him off guard: “.... I’m sorry we didn’t notify you or have you sign a consent form before performing a minor surgery on him, but it was a critical situation, and we had to operate immediately.”

Floyd blinked in confusion: “What? He’s... he’s still alive?”

The doctor looked just as puzzled at their reactions: “Yes, the condition, though it looked severe, wasn’t life-threatening, thanks to the timely arrival.”

Everyone: ??

The group turned their heads stiffly towards the doctor.

Everard squinted, inquiring, “Illness?”

Merry was equally confused: “It wasn’t a suicide attempt?”

The doctor nearly choked on her words: “Suicide? It was just a case of gastric bleeding. He has a history of stomach issues; why on earth would you let him drink alcohol? Don’t you know to exercise some restraint?”

Merry blinked in disbelief: “Oh, right, there was a glass on Yates's nightstand, but I saw medication too!”

Doctor: “Sure, he knew to take his stomach medicine when he felt unwell, but drinking alcohol before medication is just asking for trouble.”

Merry: ???

Everyone: ???

The group silently turned their gaze towards Merry, who hung her head low, wishing she could bury it in the ground.

Floyd slowly regained strength in his legs, unsure of what to say, until Cordelia slowly asked, “And now?”

The doctor responded, “The chief of surgery took care of him personally. It was just a minor procedure for gastric bleeding; he should be able to leave the hospital in about three days.”

“...Okay.”

The doctor then handed over a form: “Uh, about the surgery, could you sign this consent form?”

Cordelia looked towards Floyd: “You sign it.”

Still in a daze, Floyd murmured, “Okay.”

Five minutes later, Yates was wheeled out of the surgery room. The gastric bleeding looked scary, but since he was brought in on time and had taken medication beforehand, he was quickly on the mend.

It was still a surgery, though, so he needed to rest.

Yates was moved to a regular ward, and two hours later, as the anesthesia wore off, he woke up. Gastric bleeding is painful, and he looked a bit pale, but upon seeing the four people standing in his room, he paused slightly. His youthful face still carried his characteristic defiance, though now tinged with a hint of frailty: “Why are you all here?”

Merry guiltily lowered her head: “Well, we heard you had surgery, so we all came to visit you.”

Yates glanced at the clock, noting it was already past midnight. Visiting a patient at this hour?