Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 175

In the meantime, Vania was too worried to notice the unchanged level of the IV drip’s content, as well as the fact that his hand was completely fine.

On the other hand, April came running to the ward as soon as he heard the bell ringing. When he saw Hanson sitting up straight and leaning on the headboard, he pretended to be surprised and said, “Oh, gosh! You’re really up, Hanson.”

He then shifted his gaze to Vania and said in an agitated manner, “See? What did I tell you? Talking to him really helped, didn’t it? Thanks to you, he’s come around now.” The next moment, he approached Hanson to act like he was checking on him. “How do you feel now, Hanson?”

As Hanson was about to respond, Vania replied, “The needle fell off his hand. Could you please fix it for him?”

“Needle?” April was confused by the lady’s question, wondering when he ever gave Hanson a drip, but before he could ask Vania, he felt Hanson pinching his arm, causing him to let out a painful moan.

Upon hearing that, Vania looked at the doctor and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

April covered his arm and endured the pain while saying, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little worried about the needle that fell off Hanson’s hand.” He then proceeded to take the drip bottle away and added, “He is not going to need the needle for now until his hand gets better, so I’ll put that back on for him after that.”

“Is that how it’s supposed to work?” Vania asked in confusion.

April blurted out, “Well, it’s just some normal saline, so he’ll be fine.” At the same time, he noticed Hanson’s gesture when he met the latter’s eyes and continued to say, “By the way, now that Hanson is up, I’m going to need to run some tests on him, and I’ll need your help for that.”

Hanson looked at the lady bitterly and said, “I want to taste your cooking.” Deep down, he was slightly annoyed by the fact that Vania had decided to cook for Morales and Morgan when they were sick, but she decided to get him takeout now that he was a patient.

No way! I need to be treated fairly as well.

Quite a hard guy to please, isn’t he? Vania murmured to herself on the inside, but she refused to argue with him. “Fine, tell me what your craving is. I’ll buy the ingredients and cook for you.”