Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 177

Inside the ward.

The moment Charles closed the door, he let go of Sophia and staggered to the side of the chair. His good-looking face was pale, and his breathing sounded slightly rapid and shallow.

Sophia stood close to the door as she watched his blood trickle down his palm before dripping to the ground. The crimson liquid was soaking his patient’s attire bit by bit. She remained still and silent.

Charles raised his head and glanced at her, his eyes dimming a little. He pursed his lips and pressed the emergency button in front of the hospital bed.

Doctor Conor hurried over with two nurses in no time.

When she saw Sophia sitting on the hospital bed looking perfectly fine, Dr. Conor’s expression turned slightly sullen. He cast her a sidelong glance and asked, "What happened to you this time?"

"It's not her, it's me," Charles said with a mild look on his face as he clutched the wound on his lower abdomen.

This was Sophia’s ward, so Doctor Conor subconsciously thought that something was wrong with her. It was only when Charles spoke did he realize that Charles’ patient’s attire was stained with a lot of blood and that there was also a pool of blood on the floor. It was a ghastly sight to behold.

"A traumatic injury?" Doctor Conor asked.

Charles hummed a response. "It has been stitched up. May have opened up again."

"Why didn’t you press the emergency button in your ward then? Can a pulmonary edema and orthopedic patient share the same doctor as a trauma patient? This is plain nonsense!" Doctor Conor was puffing and glaring at Charles as he chastised him.

Charles' lips might look pale, but he sounded as though he was perfectly fine. "I won’t die."

"!" For Doctor Conor, annoying things happened every day, though there were especially many today. He turned his head and screamed at the two nurses behind him, "Hurry up and call Dr. John. Ask him to get here immediately!"

The nurse responded and made the call at once.

Another doctor glanced at his phone and said to Dr. Conor, "Dr. Conor, we’ve got a problem in Ward 612. They need you to go over.”

"Why are you still standing around? Let's go!" Doctor Conor pushed his glasses and hurried away without even bothering to take a look at Charles and Sophia.

Immediately after Doctor Conor left, Dr. John rushed over, panting and out of breath. He ordered the nurse standing behind him to open up the medicine kit and had just picked up the anesthetic needle when he put it back again. "Mr. Harris, you d-don’t n-need this, right?"

"I need it." Charles glanced at Sophia whose eyes were downcast. He was unsure what she was thinking about. He said, "I can’t stand it anymore. It’s too painful."

With that, he would have a reason to stay a little longer at her ward.

Dr. John had no choice but to take out the anesthetic needle again. Then, he asked him to take off his shirt and started treating his wounds.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Sophia raised her eyes and darted a cursory glance at him. There were several stitches on his lower abdomen. Currently, the wound looked badly mangled, making it look particularly grim.

She frowned, not because she was worried about his injury, but because she was worried about her brother. The wound was deep and looked pretty serious. She did not know if Charles would make things difficult for her brother because of it…

"Mr. Harris, I told you to rest in bed and stay still because your wound is very deep and serious. Why didn’t you listen?"

"The wound on the palm of your hand came from hitting a sharp surface, right? Otherwise, it wouldn’t even look so serious! Also, you need to take my advice seriously. I’m not kidding when I say that your life may be in danger if there’s laceration in the wound in your abdomen!”

Dr. John nagged ceaselessly when he was almost done stitching up his wounds.

Charles did not say a word and was only glancing at Sophia. When he noticed how nonchalant she looked, his heart felt slightly stuffy and painful at the same time.

“Dr. John, excuse me, but was there anyone at the door when you came in?" Sophia felt uncomfortable from the glances that Charles was darting her from time to time. She looked at Dr. John and asked.

Dr. John replied, "There are often people walking in the corridor. Who are you referring to?"