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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1119

As Christmas approaches, the streets of City P are decorated with lights and the Christmas spirit is already strong.

Only the hospital is still the same white, from the doorway has been extended to every corner, mixed with sterile water breath, gloomy and depressing.

Everything was ready, and after arriving at the hospital, I asked the nurse for a wheelchair before pushing the chair towards Hank's ward.

From a distance, I saw Shaw standing by the door, looking through the glass window to see the situation in the ward, and surprisingly, there was a rare smile, pale in her face suddenly became gentle.

Noticing me coming, Shaw glanced sideways and turned back, his gaze always falling on the dry, thin man in the hospital room, "He's in good spirits today."

"Yeah." Pursed lips and smiled, but hopefully the next is all good news, "Look, it's not better, if you really had an accident that day, can you still see this scene?"

Shaw lowered his eyes and did not answer, but the layer of gray that enveloped his body had dissipated.

Pressing the doorknob and pausing unconsciously, he turned back and asked, "Planning to push Hank out into the sun, want to join him?"

Shaw shook his head out of habit, "No, how would I want me to be there when I can be alone with you."

Maybe Hank is indeed right to think that way and prioritize for his patients, as he should.

But I think, do not treat him in the same way as the patient, maybe there can be a surprise, like yesterday, good advice does not work, the opposite, Hank can eat instead.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" I simply went around, walked behind her, and half pushed, half let her push the wheelchair in.

The movement was so loud that Hank heard it long ago, and as soon as he entered, he saw him staring at us with an unhappy face, but I could see that, finding Shaw there, he did not show much rejection.

I proudly squeezed my eyes at Shaw, see, I told you Hank would not object.

Shaw is naturally happy and happy from the bottom of his heart, perhaps because he has not been in such close contact with Hank for many days, but there is a vague hint of nervousness and shyness.

As I thought, the memory of the girl who defied all odds for love, still lives in Shaw, never disappeared, in front of the person he likes, always reserved and passionate.

Seeing that her whole body was frozen, I had to take the initiative to go forward and help Hank out of bed.

"What for?" Hank said breathlessly.

"Get out and get some fresh air."

"I'm not going."

I pretended not to hear anything, turned around and asked Shaw to help, "You hold the other side, I can't do it alone."

Shaw froze for a moment before nodding his head "ow" and walking forward.

No sooner had his hand touched Hank than he shook it off, "Don't touch me!"

Shaw stood awkwardly in place, as if poured a basin of cold water from the head, and suddenly pushed into the middle of the ice and snow, frozen into a statue.

I don't know where a nameless fire rose up and pushed Hank violently, he was already weak and fell directly on his buttocks on the bed, almost falling down the whole person, but fortunately there were two hands to support, so he could still stare at me defiantly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I turned red and said furiously, "No one owes you anything, especially Shaw, you're the one who owed her and failed her, how are you still qualified to yell at her?"

"Come on Clara, I'm fine ......"

Shaw mumbled and reached out to stop it, but I blocked it straight away, "You stay out of it."

Turning his head, Hank is still the same dead look, look at the people to get angry.

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