Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam) novel Chapter 412

A nurse ran to Michael and told him there was a patient with gastric bleeding in the emergency room.

Michael was annoyed since he was off duty now.

He was too tired to work overtime recently.

"Why do you come to me? Isn't there a physician of digestive department on duty?"

Michael asked, walking out of the pavilion.

Though he wanted to change the subject so as to evade the questions from Nina, rarely could he be alone with her and have a chat, thus he was unwilling to leave.

He was afraid that he couldn't sit and talk with her like that anymore.

It took all his courage to say a few more words each time seeing her.

Nina yelled, watching his receding figure.

"Michael, come on!"

Michael stopped and turned to look at her in the pavilion.

He smiled in the sun, charming and handsome as usual.

Nina returned him a bright smile and waved her hands.

Michael went with the nurse.

"How's the patient now?"

The nurse was puzzled too, "I'm not clear. The patient was sent here alone by the ambulance. She was calling your name and seemed to know you, so I hurried here for you."

Michael wrinkled his brows.

He guessed he knew who that patient was.

But he still quickened his paces to the emergency room.

In the emergency room.

As soon as Michael came in, he heard a tray being knocked over with a bang and bitter screams.

"Oh! It hurts!"

Michael hurried to draw back the curtain and suddenly smelled the alcohol.

He frowned and immediately turned around at the sight of that patient, but a groan came over.

"My stomach hurts! Michael, where are you? Do you know it's killing me?"

Amelia curled on the bed with her eyes closed. And she seemed painful, rolling over with her hands over the stomach, her face pale.

Michael saw the meaningful looks in the nurses' eyes and took a deep breath. He became serious, walking towards Amelia.

"Lie the patient flat, I'll check on her." Michael pulled o n his gloves.

The nurses hastily pressed the rolling Amelia.

She couldn't help struggling in pain and her face turned white.

A nurse was giving her an injection while Amelia swung her arms. The sharp needle immediately pierced her white wrist and left a long wound.

"Don't touch me! You bad eggs!"

Michael had no choice but to help the nurses press her and catch her arm, and finally the nurse finished injection.

Within minutes Amelia became quiet but murmured something now and again.

Everybody took a breath and wiped sweats off the face.

A nurse said, "Why did she drink so much? Dr. Hart, did you break her heart? Huh...'

Michael ignored her tease, cleaning Amelia's wound with alcohol and gauze.

He asked seriously, "Have you examined the blood alcohol concentration and vomitus of the patient?"

The nurse asked for a trouble and stuck her tongue,

Yes, the alcohol concentration is high above normal value and there's also a faint gastric bleeding."