Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel 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."