Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 45

The night seemed especially long and irritable...

Standing outside the balcony of the hospital emergency room, looking at the busy, stony faces of the paramedics outside and listening to the annoying sound of the emergency vehicles beeping, he lit his cigarette.

"Patrick, do you worried about something?"

The woman on the side of the bed asked in a low voice.

Patrick didn't answer her.

The cold night wind was blowing towards him.

Perhaps because this was the emergency department of the hospital, he could feel the air have a faint smell of blood.

Somehow, this made him feel uneasy.

He didn't like smoking very much.

He just smoked tonight because he was very upset.

He was holding his phone in his left hand, and the screen was still on, showing a familiar number.

He had called it nine times, but no one answered.

Patrick's left hand tightened.

He looked impatient and then sulkily switched his phone off.

"The patient has a rare RH blood type...There is no such blood type in the hospital..."

"Get the blood station to transfer the blood quickly!"

"It's no use.There are only 200 milliliters at the blood station.The patient is bleeding too much.The blood she needs is much more..."

Outside the ward came a nervous shout.

This was the emergency department of the hospital.

All patients with sudden illnesses appeared here and if the patient did not make it through, then...might die.

Patrick was very upset.

He had always been indifferent to outsiders.

But this time, perhaps the voice outside was too anxious, he turned around and looked out the door.

A group of doctors and nurses looked grave and talked quickly about the operation plan.

"My blood type is the same as hers.Take my blood..."

A familiar figure hurried past the door of the ward.

It seemed that the person was great anxious.

Patrick frowned slightly and strode out of the room, trying to see who had just passed by.

"Patrick, I'm thirsty."

When Cecilia saw that he was about to leave, she called out to him in a weak voice.

He stopped and looked back at her.

"Call the nurse.’’ Patrick replied coldly, quickening his steps to catch up with the figure before him.

Cecilia heard his cold voice and watched as he strode away.

Her face suddenly became gloomy.

Cecilia clenched her right fist and hammered at the bedplate.

"Patrick, where are you going? You promised to stay with me tonight.’ She yelled at him.

Unfortunately, no one saw her sickly and frail posture, and the man in front of her had disappeared.

"Where is he going? He seems to be in a hurry.’’ Cecilia looked out of the ward and suddenly felt uneasy.

Patrick walked out quickly.

He lost the man at the corner of the corridor.

"Cory?"

He stopped and looked suspiciously around the corridor around the hospital.

Why did his cousin appear at the emergency department of C City hospital in the middle of the night? Every time he met Cory, he would always remember his three-year marriage with Christina.

Cory had been pestering Christina ever since Christina jumped into the river to save him.

Patrick looked grim and unpleasant.

He took out his phone and was about to turn it back on.

He suppressed his agitation and called Christina again.

However, the result was the same, no answer.

"She still doesn’t answer my phone!"

Patrick's face darkened, and he pursed his lips and gave a cold scolding.

He suddenly remembered the last time he was at the club and suddenly got the news that Christina had lost contact with him over at the Fire Club.

That time he was speeding and driving while calling her 12 times, but she didn't answer either.

Patrick looked out the window into the dark night and tightened his phone.

"Go to the W Hotel and find out what she's doing!"

In the end, he called Charles.

His cold voice sounded like he was about to explode.

When Charles received his call, he was stunned for a moment before he realized that the 'she’ Patrick was referring to was Christina.

"What's wrong with Christina?"

Hearing his tone, Charles realized that he was in a bad mood.

The hospital window reflected Patrick's gloomy profile.

He urged in a cold voice, "Hurry up!"

"I called Christina earlier and the line was busy.Besides visiting Mrs.Dickens, she seems to have met some people in C City..."

Charles said as he grabbed the car keys.

"I'll drive over and take a look now."

Charles thought for a while and couldn't help but ask carefully, "Patrick, where are you now? Aren't you going to find her at W Hotel?"

Patrick's expression was complicated.

Instead of answering Charles, he hung up.

Charles looked at his cell phone being hung up and shrugged gloomily.

"What's going on?"

Patrick cared about her, but he didn't want to go.

The time was slowly scratched from 12 am to 12.30 am.

Half an hour was not a long time, but Patrick was standing in front of the window in the corridor of the hospital and had lost his patience.

It took Charles about an hour to get to the W Hotel, and the hospital was a little closer to the W Hotel, which was about 20 minutes away.

Patrick walked straight to the elevator and his lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

He didn't know what he was struggling with.

Why should he be angry about something as trivial as her not answering his phone calls? He had always been an indifferent person, but recently he felt more and more out of control of his emotions.

Every time she was involved, it was out of his control.

He was angry for one reason only, and that was that he cared for her.

He put his right hand in his pocket and took the car keys.

As he strode towards the elevator, he inadvertently glanced at the row of wards on his left.

A familiar figure stopped him.

It was Cory...

If it was just his cousin, he wouldn't care about it, but...

"What are you doing!"

Patrick slammed open the door and shouted angrily at the man and woman on the other side of the bed.

"Get out of my way.’’ Patrick was like a raging lion like he had been provoked to the bottom line.

He strode forward angrily, grabbed Cory's arm with his right hand, and flung it behind him fiercely.

Cory was caught off guard and turned back.

Cory happened to hit the hospital cart with tools on it.

He fell to the ground in a panic.

He groaned in pain."What are you doing?"

The woman on the bed seemed to have just woken up.

Christina shouted at Patrick in a hoarse and weak voice, "You should be the one going out.Get out.I don’t want to see you now!"

"I'll go out and let you do something shameless in the hospital! Christina, how dare you!"

Patrick glared at her.

Shameless...

"Get out, Patrick, get out right away.”

She looked as if she had been stimulated by something.Her face was pale, and her breathing was disordered.

She leaned over, her trembling hands grabbing a hot kettle on the counter in front of the hospital bed and slamming it fiercely at him.

"F*ck off!"

"l don’t need you, I don't need your help.You should accompany with your Miss Jones and disappeared before my eyes!"

She shouted out of control.

The hot kettle fell to the floor, and the glass inside was broken, and pieces of glass flew out, leaving a puddle of water in the ward, looking messy.

Patrick looked at her losing control as if he had only noticed her pale face and her empty, hateful eyes for a moment.

Patrick's pants were half wet from the hot water, but he ignored them.

He stepped forward and tried to get closer to her.

"Christina, how are you..."

"Get out!"

Cory got up and immediately dragged him out, as if afraid of provoking her.

"Let go a Patrick's expression was complicated.The two men had just walked out of the ward when he flung Cory’s hand away.He just saw it.Cory bent down and approached her.He kissed her quietly...

"I told you, she's my wife!"

Patrick looked at the man in front of him with a warning glare.

"You better not provoke my bottom line."

"Christina, what's wrong with her? Why is she in the hospital..."

His voice was cold and eager.

"Ah--"

Before Cory could explain, Christina seemed to be frightened by something in the ward.

Her mood was extremely unstable, and she screamed in horror.

Cory looked anxious and said in a deep voice, "Patrick, if you want to make her feel better, you'd better not show up in front of her."

As he spoke, he walked in quickly.

"Christina, it's okay.This is the hospital.It's okay..."

Cory was whispering softly inside.

Patrick stood outside the ward, his face frozen.

The doctors and nurses rushed in again.

They were holding her medical record and the large and small bottles of medicine, looking nervous...

"Patrick! Where are you now?"

Charles's sudden phone call brought Patrick back to his senses, which sounded urgent.

"Something happened to Christina,"

Charles yelled at his phone.

"The people in the hotel said that four hours ago, Christina was unconscious in the suite with a pool of blood in the room.She was unconscious at that time, and the details were not very clear.But I heard that she was sent to the nearby Second People’s Hospital..."

A pool of blood...

Patrick stood outside the ward, holding his phone in his left hand, listening to Charles's report.

His deep and complicated eyes fell firmly on the side of the hospital bed...

Her pale face showed her weakness.

Her thin body, wrapped in white sheets, was still trembling as if she had been frightened, and the way she held back her tears made him distressed.

Patrick almost subconsciously stepped forward, but on the other end of the phone, Charles sighed and said in a low voice.

"The housekeeper said that Christina has been waiting for you..."

She was waiting for him, but he didn't show up.

Chapter 46: Shut Out

 "Luckily, she was sent to the hospital in time..."

"The patient is very unstable and cannot be emotionally stimulated.We recommend that she stay in the hospital for at least a week.In terms of the bleeding..."

"Get out.Get out "