Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 346 

Christina sat on a metal chair in the hospital, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

In fact, she couldn't sleep.

She was now on the seventh floor of the inpatient department, which was the cardiology department, and the ward in front of her was an isolated intensive care unit.

Her father, Donald, was lying inside.She blinked her eyes and moved a little.

It was a long night and she just sat there pretending to be asleep.

She herself did not understand whether it was because she was too nervous about her father's illness, or because she knew that Patrick was also in this hospital.

It was January in winter, and it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

There was no heating in the corridor of the hospital.She tugged at her light pink coat.Her fair fingers were so cold that they turned red.Her aunt Betty was with her grandmother in the ward on the fifth floor.

At 9 p.m., Charles asked someone to buy some takeout.

Her grandmother and aunt ate some while she was not hungry.

They all knew that her father was in danger that he suffered the rupture of the blood vessels in the brain, and they were anxious, but they also understood that the only thing they could do now was to wait.

The glass windows around the hospital walls had been closed, but she still felt a rush of cold wind blowing from time to time along the white corridor, with the smell of disinfectant and blood.She really hated or was afraid of the hospital.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became, and her face looked a little pale.

Suddenly, she heard a shoes-stepping sound.

It was the sound of a man's leather shoes stepping on the floor, only one sound, and then it seemed to have disappeared.

She immediately turned her head and looked in the direction of her left hand, but she stared for a long time and did not see anyone passing by.

She might have misheard, but that direction made her very uncomfortable as if there was a burning line of sight over there.

The nurse station was not far from her.

Occasionally, the voices of the nurses talking came.She looked back and did not think much.

She folded her arms around her chest, lowered her head, and closed her eyes as arrest.

Unconsciously, she suddenly fell asleep.

However, she was still very sensitive.

When a figure approached her, she immediately tensed up and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Awhite sheet was handed to her.

"Miss, you would catch a cold sitting here." Anurse said.

"We take shifts to watch your father.It's useless for you to sit here and wait.Why don't you take advantage of the time you have now to sleep for a while and rest? You have to be busy during the day.There are some beds on our floor.You can sleep temporarily for the night..."

Christina held the white sheet in her hand and looked at the nurse slowly.

Was it because there were too many beds in this hospital for sleep, or because the nurse was too considerate, or because of something else? "No, thank you."

Finally, Christina said simply that she was going to sit in this chair for the night.

The nurse smiled at her and did not force her, then went back to work.

It was cold for this long night, Christina was wrapped in a white sheet, half asleep.

She always felt that there was someone sitting next to her who had been accompanying her.

At six o'clock in the morning, people began to get busy one after another in the hospital.

Around eight o'clock, there were doctors making rounds of wards, Christina used to have the habit of getting up early in the morning in the Hopkins family.

When she woke up, she was in a good state of mind.She folded the white sheet and returned it to the nurse.She also looked around, finding no one sitting beside her, so she felt she might be under the delusion.

Just as a few doctors entered Donald's ward to examine him, Betty and Christina's grandmother also appeared.

They waited nervously outside the door.

The door of the ward was pushed open again, and the bald doctor in white came out who seemed to be relieved.

"The patient has regained consciousness, and the cerebral hemorrhage has been controlled.It becomes normal concerning his temperature, blood pressure, and heartbeat that had been monitored

last night.In the afternoon, you can go in batches to see the patient.Be careful not to make too much noise..""

Hearing this, everyone was relieved.Mrs.Dickens kept thanking the doctors.

"Thank you so much."

Tears welled up in the corner of Betty's eyes and she thanked him with joy.

While Christina did not say thanks to the doctors.

Instead, she craned her neck and looked into the ward.

The bald doctor turned to Christina and said, "Miss Dickens, it will take a long time for your father to receive rehabilitation after he wakes up.I hope you are mentally prepared..."

Donald had too much cerebral hemorrhage on his right side, which would definitely affect his left body.

It was uncertain whether he would have trouble thinking and speaking, but it was luckiest he survived.

"It is the best that he can live."

Mrs.Dickens wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and muttered incessantly.

Betty also knew that it was lucky for Donald to live this time.They were not most concerned about whether he would recover well in the future.They were most concerned about whether he could live.

Christina was unusually silent.

In the afternoon, Betty helped Mrs.Dickens into the ward first to visit Donald who was unconscious.

Because the doctor told them not to go in more than two people at a time, Christina just continued to stand outside quietly.In fact, she was a little afraid to go in.

Mrs.Dickens and the others were afraid that staying in the ward for a long time would disturb Donald.

Soon they came out.

When Mrs.Dickens walked out, she looked excited.

"When I spoke to Donald just now, his fingers moved."

Christina saw that her grandmother was finally a little energetic and gave a faint smile.

"Grandma, why don't you go to the hospital restaurant with auntie and have something to eat? I'll be there later..."

They had been on tenterhooks all day, undoubtedly, they were tired and hungry now.

Christina watched as her aunt and grandmother slowly entered the elevator until the door closed.But she was a little annoyed then.She felt upset as she held the doorknob of the ward.

Her father was lying flat in the ward with syringes attached to both his left and right hands. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Besides, he was haggard and weak, still unconscious.

She walked lightly to the bed and quietly looked at her father's face, which showed her father had grown old over the years.She had mixed feelings, feeling a lump in her throat, as if she did not dare to breathe hard.

There were some tears in the corner of her eyes, and she could not help but cry with tears sliding down her face.

Her fair and slender fingers gently touched his rough palm.She held back from sobbing and lowered her eyes.

Tears fell on the white sheet.

"I should be obedient, I should listen to you...I won't dare to argue with Connie and Carrie anymore.I won't argue with them anymore.I'll be obedient in the future..."

"Dad, I'm sorry"