Chapter 166

"I may not share the same views as Mr. White, but I must admit that he cares for Ms. White very much." Victor said, "It was beyond my expectation to see a rich second-generation kid like him who cares so much for his image kneel in front of Mr. Harris in public to help you beg for mercy."

A positive state of mind was conducive to a patient’s recovery no matter what illness it was.

He had very limited interactions with Ms. White, but he could vaguely sense her lack of hope for life. If she could just feel the kindness of those around her and boost her psyche a little, it could be beneficial for her treatment.

Nicole, "..."

She could not tell whether Dr. Hemingway was criticizing or complimenting her husband.

"T-that didn’t happen. Don't listen to his nonsense!" Sterling's face flushed instantly. He said awkwardly, "Soph, don’t listen to his nonsense, okay!"

Before Sophia could answer, a series of footsteps were heard at the door. Immediately after that, Dr. Conor and several nurses from before pushed a patient in and entered her line of vision.

"Why are you still here?" Seeing that Sophia was still here, Doctor Conor pulled a long face and urged impatiently, “If you’re fine now, then please leave immediately."

He turned to Victor and said swiftly, "Please lend me a hand, Dr. Hemingway. Hurry up and get her out. I have a patient here!"

What was all this?!

"Okay," Victor replied but did not shift the transfer bed. Instead, he walked up to Sterling, picked him up, and started outside as he turned around to say to Nicole, "I’ll leave the rest to you, Mrs. White."

Worried that she would delay the patient’s treatment time, Nicole did not even respond to him and began pushing the transfer bed immediately.

Sophia leaped out of the transfer bed barefooted and pushed the transfer bed out of the emergency room with Nicole as quickly as they could.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Doctor Conor ordered the other nurses like a hurricane. A group of people entered the emergency room and shut the emergency room door with a bang.

Thinking that it looked unsightly for Victor to hold her brother like that, Sophia said, "You can put my brother on the transfer bed and push him back to the ward, Dr. Hemingway."

Before Victor could answer, Sterling yelled, “Hurry up and put me down!"

"Oh," Victor answered mildly, then threw Sterling onto the transfer bed without hurting his injuries.

The fall hurt Sterling’s back so much that even his tears had flowed out. That and the fact that Victor had carried him princess style twice without his permission caused his accumulated anger to erupt at once. "F*ck, are you sick?!"

"You must be confused, Mr. White. You’re the one who’s sick." Victor pointed at the plaster cast on his arms and legs with a smile. The dimples on his cheeks were very deep.

Sterling, "..."

“F*ck. I hate people who scold others without using a single word of profanity the most. He’s just as annoying as that b*stard Charles!’

"You’re a patient, Mr. White. It stands to reason that I shouldn't argue too much with you, but you aren’t allowed to make so much noise in the hospital. This isn’t the first time now.

"Also, I would like to correct your way of viewing one thing, Mr. White. Buying a gift to apologize when you’ve made a mistake isn’t going to make up for it. This is a plain insult to doctors.” The arc on the corners of Victor’s mouth vanished. He looked particularly serious when he said these things.

Sterling had an aversion to those who brought in concepts of socialist pedagogy for no reason at all. It was extremely annoying. “You...”

"Dr. Hemingway is right, Sterling." Sophia cut him off.

Sterling wilted at once. "... Fine. You’re my little fairy, everything you say is right."

Having said that, he suddenly recalled something.

Sterling turned to Victor. Though he still wore a look of dislike, he sounded much polite now. "What I say and do has nothing to do with my sister. You can hate me, but please treat my sister’s leg properly. If she’s healed..."

Before he could say things like "I can give you whatever you want," Nicole cut him off. "We’ll leave Soph’s leg treatment in your hands, Dr.

Hemingway."

"I'm a doctor. It's my duty to treat my patients. You don't have to be so polite about it." Victor smiled and said, "It won’t be appropriate for us to block the emergency room entrance. Let’s go back to the ward.”

Nicole nodded in agreement.

“The floor is cold. You should come up to the transfer bed too, Ms. White." Victor glanced at Sophia's white and small feet before saying gently.

He meant no harm. Even so, Sophia still retracted her right leg when he looked over, then lowered her head and said, “There’s no need for that. I can walk since we’re not far from the ward."

"You’re exactly like what my aunt said you are, too strong-minded." Victor smiled and took one step forward, bent over, and picked Sophia up easily.

"I’m sorry if I offend you in any way."

As he said that, he held Sophia and walked toward the transfer bed. He was just about to set her down on the bed when the emergency room door on the opposite clicked open.

Charles walked out, still wearing the same pair of suit, still holding the same torn patient blouse in his hand. There was nothing different about him apart from his slightly pale complexion.

His gaze moved back and forth between Victor and Sophia. He frowned almost imperceptibly, then trudged over in an extremely slow and unnatural way.

"Mr. Harris," Victor greeted him with a calm countenance before putting Sophia on the bed.

Charles hummed a response and darted him a glance before turning his attention to Sophia. His eyes were dull and obscure.

When their eyes met, Sophia's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably while her limbs turned weak. Her body became stiff with every step that he took toward her. Sweat was seeping from her forehead.

She did not know why there was sweat on his forehead, but the sweat on her body was a result of her fear.

Under normal circumstances, anesthetics and tranquilizers would be injected in operations. She would still be unconscious after receiving emergency treatment. Even if she was awake, she would not be in the state that she was currently in either.

In other words...

He probably knew that she was pretending to be sick this time.

"You’re okay?" Charles walked very slowly to the transfer bed, looked at Sophia, and asked.

Sophia was still wearing his suit jacket. Sweat had soaked her back a long time ago. Even though she knew that he had misunderstood her over the years, that he was the one at fault, she was still afraid of him. However, there was also hatred and unwillingness amidst her fear.

"Are you disappointed to see that I’m okay?" The scale of fear and hatred was tilting back and forth. The scale tilted toward hatred in the end.

The unabashed hatred in her eyes pierced Charles. His Adam's apple rolled slightly as he said, "If you’re okay, go back to the ward and rest."

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He paused, stared intently at her, and said, "Don't do this next time."

"I know what I can and cannot do. You don’t need to teach me what to do." Sophia's hands and feet were weak, but she still raised her head and stared sternly at him. "You said you believe me, didn’t you?

"If you believe me, then the incident two years ago was just a misunderstanding. I’ve never done anything that would let you down. You’re the one who has let me down instead!!!"

She was extremely emotional. Her voice sounded slightly sharp from the excessive elevation in her pitch.

Next to her, Sterling's eyes were fixed on Charles like a nail. Every cell in his body was taut as he was put in a state of hypervigilance.