Take My Breath Away

Chapter 905 What A Major Surgery

On the way to the outpatient department, Calvert seemed very frail and sickly. Evelyn stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He shook his head feebly and said, "I'm not feeling well... I think the effects of the anesthetic have already worn off. I'm starting to feel a sharp pain in my waist... Evelyn, I've been meaning to apologize to you for what happened last time. I'm really sorry. I wasn't able to control my emotions at that time. We had kissed before, and I thought you wouldn't refuse me..."

Evelyn held his arm and interrupted him, "I don't want to talk about that anymore. I hope it won't happen again. But I'm really sorry, Calvert. Sheffield can be a little childish sometimes, but he isn't a bad person. Please don't mind him..."

'Childish? The man is 26 years old. Acting like a child at that age isn't normal.' Calvert concealed the contempt inside his heart and pretended to be understanding as he nodded in agreement. "Evelyn, you don't have to explain anything. I won't press any charges on him, for your sake."

After seeing Calvert off to the operating room, Evelyn waited patiently on a bench.

After a while, the elevator doors slid open and out came Sheffield. He walked straight to Evelyn and with an expressionless face, said, "It's late. Go home and get some rest. I'll wait here."

"No, I'm not sleepy!" Evelyn was too upset to sleep.

The exasperation in her tone provoked him and he tried his hardest to hold back his anger, but he sarcastically blurted out, "Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him?"

"What?" Evelyn raised her head to look at him in confusion.

"Just be honest, you're feeling bad for him, aren't you? You're worried about your fiance, am I right?"

How could she not see the irony in his eyes? "What nonsense are you talking about? I can't do this! I don't want to see you right now!"

'Don't want to see me?' Sheffield grabbed hold of her wrist, pulled her off the bench and took her into his arms. Piercing her eyes with his, he said, "Then who do you want to see? The man in the operating room?"

Sheffield held her so tightly that Evelyn couldn't move and she felt out of breath. "What's wrong with you?" she said.

"You tell me," he said, pushing h

h. She had a good appetite after getting the piece of information.

From that day onwards, Debbie often went to the First General Hospital for no particular reason. She would happily visit her friends who had been hospitalized and every time she saw a handsome young doctor, she would wonder if he was going to be her son-in-law.

One day, Debbie was going to visit an acquaintance in the inpatient department. When she passed by the garden of the hospital, she heard a gentle but familiar voice.

She looked over and saw a doctor having a nice chat with a little girl.

The doctor said, "Look at the doll in your arms. Isn't it smiling all the time? So, you should also be smiling everyday just like your doll!"

The little girl shook her head and looked at the doctor, with tears in her eyes. She sobbed and said, "Sheffield, my doll doesn't need an operation, but I do. I don't want an operation. I'm scared..."

Sheffield put away his phone and held the little girl in his arms. Then he let her sit on his lap. "Hey, listen. I don't think a surgery is something you need to be afraid of. If you get sick, you have to get treatment. You know what? We have a magical medicine called anesthetic. It will make sure that you don't feel any pain during the surgery."

The girl was only seven or eight years old, but she needed to have a kidney transplant. It was quite heartbreaking.

The little girl asked dubiously, "Really? Then why does the fat boy in the next ward cry every day?"