"Just how pitiful are they?"
"The wife is severely sick, so her husband sold off everything they owned to pay for her treatment. The husband's a good man, sticking by her side until the end."
Jay was speechless.
"I don’t think you're cut out for care work."
Rose's eyes widened. "Why not?"
"You're too sympathetic."
Rose tutted. "Pretty sure you’re just cold-blooded..."
Jay sighed heavily as he watched Rose sob. "Shh. Don't cry."
"I can't help it." Rose wiped her tears off with the back of her hand.
Jay spoke, "Come help me pack. I'm getting discharged."
In that instant, Rose’s teary expression burst into a smile. "Really?"
He nodded with a darkened gaze.
She immediately piled his documents with quick effectiveness and stood by the bed.
Slowly sitting up, Jay demanded, "Help me change."
Rose tensed. "Don't you have limbs?" "I don’t have the energy."
"You liar. You were fine this morning when Sera passed you a cup of water..."
Realizing she had let it slip out of her mouth, Rose immediately clamped both her hands over her mouth.
Glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, he said, "I can't let someone who isn’t a care worker do that for m e. You, however, have to do your duties as a care worker."
Rose was lost for words!
At an impasse, neither of them moved.
"This is an emergency. Your patients out there might b e dying at any moment while you waste your time here dilly-dallying."
Rose quickly sat down and helped him take his hospital gown off.
With how closely the two were standing to each other, Jay could not help his desire from arising. He wanted t o touch her every time he was told to raise his arms.
Rose’s hands trembled viciously out of nervousness.
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