Although George Smith said he would definitely find a top doctor for Amy Campbell; even though she believed he would do what he said...
so what?
Amy Campbell broke her arm because she didn't hurt her. She still has to dance. She still has a glorious life!
What should I do if it can't be cured?
Emily Aitken was trembling like sifting, and followed the nurse back to the ward in a daze. She frowned.
"What's the matter?" George Smith asked with concern when seeing her look very bad.
Emily Aitken fixedly looked at Amy Campbell, who was still not awake, her lips squirming slightly: "I hate hospitals."
She seems to come to the hospital every few days, every time it is a serious illness. Although Amy Campbell lives in the luxurious VIP ward, the smell of disinfectant from the hospital is still filled around her.
This feeling is really annoying.
George Smith pursed his lips.
After a long time, the effect of the anesthetic passed. Amy Campbell turned pale and woke up. At first glance, he saw Emily Aitken. He was relieved to see that she was okay, and blinked weakly. Her face was still wearing an oxygen mask, warm. Breath sprinkled on the mask, and a thin layer of white mist appeared from the transparent plastic.
She seemed to have something to say, but Emily Aitken was so embarrassed that she didn't even dare to face her directly.
Amy Campbell moved her arms strenuously, as if she was about to take off the obstructing instrument, but she didn't seem to feel her arms moving?
Is she too weak?
Or the effect of the anesthetic has not passed yet?
She didn't know, she could only blink her eyes desperately to get Emily Aitken's attention.
"Miss Campbell seems to have something to say." George Smith said.
"Ok?"
Hearing that, Emily Aitken's eyes lit up, she raised her head violently and saw Amy Campbell blinking sharply. She dashed to the head of the bed and carefully took off the oxygen mask for her.
"I'm out, you guys talk." George Smith exited the room knowing the current affairs and gave space to the two of them.
Amy Campbell swallowed, breathless: "Emily, you, are you okay?"
She could still hold back the tears, but after hearing Amy Campbell's words, her nose was sour, and big tears fell on the quilt like raindrops.
Emily Aitken gritted her teeth and shook her head.
She would rather Amy Campbell scold her twice now than she is now!
Emily Aitken's heart seemed to be disturbed by a knife, and it was difficult to breathe painfully. She looked away, even though Amy Campbell had seen her tears, she still wanted to retain the last stubbornness.
"What about Charlotte Anderson? This vicious woman must never let her go."
Amy Campbell is struggling to speak now, softly thinking she is joking without knowing it, only the raging anger in her eyes can prove that she is not joking at the moment.
Hearing this, Emily Aitken's face shrank, she clenched her fists, how could she easily let this woman go?
She took out a piece of paper, wiped the sweat from her forehead for Amy Campbell, and said softly: "I will never let her go, you can rest assured!"
After she said so, Amy Campbell remembered to ask about her injury.
The guilt in Emily Aitken's heart is more serious, she hesitates and doesn't know how to answer.
"You said, I'm more anxious about you." Amy Campbell said hurriedly.
She has always been very carefree, and she always has something to say. Seeing Emily Aitken's eyes dodge, she can't say the point for a long time, so she asks anxiously.
Should I tell her?
Emily Aitken made a difficult situation. She didn't know whether Amy Campbell could withstand this blow, and she bit her lower lip, as if she was determined to be tight-lipped.
At this moment, how she hopes that the person lying here is her, not Amy Campbell, who is implicated by the innocent!
"Say it!" The more she adopts this attitude, the more anxious Amy Campbell becomes, and she can't stop thinking about it.
For a long time, Emily Aitken gritted her teeth: "Amy, there is something wrong with your arm. Maybe... temporarily, no, you can't move." She was not emboldened and glanced away with her head, her voice was as small as a mosquito flying by.
Amy Campbell thought he had heard it wrong, and it took a long time to piece together to understand what she said.
"Emily, what's the problem? Is it broken or injured? Can you make it clear? How long will it take?" She anxiously raised two questions one after another.
Where did Emily Aitken have the courage to tell her the truth, just as she was hesitating not knowing what to say, the door of the room was "snapped" and the person ran to Amy Campbell's bed as quickly as the wind. At the same time, he asked: "How are you?"
It's not easy for someone to say a complete sentence, panting heavily. The shirt on his body has been soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his forehead is like rain, and he hasn't stopped since he came in.
Amy Campbell was shocked, and it took a long time to mutter: "You, you..." Why are you here?
She seemed to be unable to believe it, and blinked hard.
"What nonsense, how are you doing?" yelled manly.
Amy Campbell was stunned by this emboldened roar, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
Emily Aitken sniffed: "Amy, I'm sorry, you are trying to save my right arm from a comminuted fracture... But don't worry, I will break my arm and pay you if I can't cure you."
The expression on Amy Campbell's face changed with her words, and finally when she heard that she wanted to self-harm, he said angrily: "Who wants you to pay me, Emily Aitken, if you dare to mess around, then my arm is broken for nothing!"
"can……"
But I hurt you! Emily Aitken felt sour.
Amy Campbell knew what she wanted to say without listening. She interrupted Emily Aitken's words sharply: "You should think about revenge, not compensation, and it's just a broken arm. It's no big deal, you understand?"
At this moment, the man standing by the bedside inside clenched his fists as if he was ready to go: "Who did it?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Amy Campbell turned his head away, and replied stiffly.
"Amy Campbell, you!" The man seemed to want to yell, but seeing her hurt so badly, he couldn't bear to say her.
Her face was like white paper, but her attitude was still so tough: "Max Miller, you have a girlfriend now, so please don't come to see my ex, girlfriend, friend!"
She deliberately bites the word "ex-girlfriend" seriously, clearly reminding her of the awkward relationship between the two at this moment.
Emily Aitken looked at the stubborn man on the bed, and then at the angry man beside the bed. She sighed, "You guys have a good chat, I'll go out and find George Smith."
"Oh, Emily, don't you go!" Amy Campbell was lying on the bed, unable to move.
She walked out of the ward without looking back, and by the way, she closed the door for the two of them.
Max Miller can come, Amy Campbell must be happy, but Linda...
The more I think about it, the more chaotic her head is, as if her head is about to explode. She covered her head with her hands and shook it vigorously. Three people are in love, and one person is always going to be hurt. She didn't dare to think and ordered herself not to think about it, and took a big step. Pretend to look for George Smith seriously.
It's weird!
Emily Aitken whispered in her heart, where did the others go?
She ran and asked the people at the nurse's station again, only to know that George Smith was gone.
Right now, with George Smith's temper, I guess it was troublesome to find Charlotte Anderson. Emily Aitken touched her nose. There was Max Miller guarding her and getting in the way. It's better to ask George Smith what to do with Charlotte Anderson.
Charlotte Anderson, this time I must make you regret what you did tonight!
As Emily Aitken thought, she said her name silently three times, and clenched her fists involuntarily. She dialed Sutherland's phone and planned to let him pick her up.