Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 1119 No Time

As Christmas approaches, the streets of City P are decorated with lights and the Christmas spirit is

already strong.

Only the hospital is still the same white, from the doorway has been extended to every corner, mixed

with sterile water breath, gloomy and depressing.

Everything was ready, and after arriving at the hospital, I asked the nurse for a wheelchair before

pushing the chair towards Hank's ward.

From a distance, I saw Shaw standing by the door, looking through the glass window to see the

situation in the ward, and surprisingly, there was a rare smile, pale in her face suddenly became gentle.

Noticing me coming, Shaw glanced sideways and turned back, his gaze always falling on the dry, thin

man in the hospital room, "He's in good spirits today."

"Yeah." Pursed lips and smiled, but hopefully the next is all good news, "Look, it's not better, if you

really had an accident that day, can you still see this scene?"

Shaw lowered his eyes and did not answer, but the layer of gray that enveloped his body had

dissipated.

Pressing the doorknob and pausing unconsciously, he turned back and asked, "Planning to push Hank

out into the sun, want to join him?"

Shaw shook his head out of habit, "No, how would I want me to be there when I can be alone with you."

Maybe Hank is indeed right to think that way and prioritize for his patients, as he should.

But I think, do not treat him in the same way as the patient, maybe there can be a surprise, like

yesterday, good advice does not work, the opposite, Hank can eat instead.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" I simply went around, walked behind her, and half

pushed, half let her push the wheelchair in.

The movement was so loud that Hank heard it long ago, and as soon as he entered, he saw him

staring at us with an unhappy face, but I could see that, finding Shaw there, he did not show much

rejection.

I proudly squeezed my eyes at Shaw, see, I told you Hank would not object.

Shaw is naturally happy and happy from the bottom of his heart, perhaps because he has not been in

such close contact with Hank for many days, but there is a vague hint of nervousness and shyness.

As I thought, the memory of the girl who defied all odds for love, still lives in Shaw, never disappeared,

in front of the person he likes, always reserved and passionate.

Seeing that her whole body was frozen, I had to take the initiative to go forward and help Hank out of

bed.

"What for?" Hank said breathlessly.

"Get out and get some fresh air."

"I'm not going."

I pretended not to hear anything, turned around and asked Shaw to help, "You hold the other side, I

can't do it alone."

Shaw froze for a moment before nodding his head "ow" and walking forward.

No sooner had his hand touched Hank than he shook it off, "Don't touch me!"

Shaw stood awkwardly in place, as if poured a basin of cold water from the head, and suddenly pushed

into the middle of the ice and snow, frozen into a statue.

I don't know where a nameless fire rose up and pushed Hank violently, he was already weak and fell

directly on his buttocks on the bed, almost falling down the whole person, but fortunately there were

two hands to support, so he could still stare at me defiantly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I turned red and said furiously, "No one owes you anything,

especially Shaw, you're the one who owed her and failed her, how are you still qualified to yell at her?"

"Come on Clara, I'm fine ......"

Shaw mumbled and reached out to stop it, but I blocked it straight away, "You stay out of it."

Turning his head, Hank is still the same dead look, look at the people to get angry.

Patients are so fond of tossing, must let the people around them angry unhappy, feel their

helplessness, the heart can balance?

It is not necessary to worry so much about the fact that it does not work in Hank's case.

Standing in place with a big gasp, he looked left and right at the two men, then struck again, savagely

dragging Hank directly toward the chair.

I don't know where I got the strength, or Hank is really much lighter, actually a tug on the person

dragged over, Shaw was shocked, rushed to help in the back, which allowed Hank to sit upright in the

chair.

"Go." Without saying a word, I snapped, saying that I was the first to lift my feet, walk over, and open

the door.

Hank gasped in exasperation, but could not do anything about me, deep-set eye sockets, dark brown

eyes kept turning to stare at me, thus expressing his anger.

I selectively ignored it and reminded Shaw, "Don't stand still, take a blanket to cover his legs, the doctor

said that sunlight can replenish calcium, what are you waiting for?"

Shaw then reacted and scrambled to get a blanket and folded it up and put it on Hank's lap before

pushing the wheelchair and rushing out of the ward door.

I have to say, the garden this square inch and the ward is simply two worlds, birds and flowers, green

grass and mud, everywhere is fresh breath.

It was clear that Shaw hadn't experienced such leisure time in a long time.

Although Hank kept pulling a face, but did not lose his temper again, this man is really eat hard but not

soft.

It is rare for three people to have such a harmonious atmosphere, so they waited until a nurse came to

call the examination, before slowly rushing back.

In the afternoon, the attending doctor called Shaw and me into the office.

It was relaxed before going in, but when I pushed the door open and saw the sad face of the attending

doctor, my mood instantly dropped down the canyon as well.

Shaw has been with Gu for so long and has long seen the storms, so she sat down and took the

initiative to ask about the situation, "Doctor, my husband, is he okay?"

The doctor is an old professor, already more than sixty years old, sniffed off the glasses on the bridge

of his nose, a long breath of relief, before looking at us again and said in a serious tone, "the patient's

situation, a sharp deterioration, the treatment behind the need to increase the dose, the patient will be

very painful, if discharged home to convalesce, but also a little easier, looking for you two to come, is to

confirm, is to continue treatment or ......"

"How is this possible?" I couldn't believe it, "He even ate something yesterday, he even rolled out to the

sun in the morning, he's obviously in good spirits, doctor, is there something wrong in between?"

Shaw did not speak, but the hand under the table has been squeezed tightly, but still trying to restrain,

maintain composure, forced a smile to ask, close to pleading, "So, increase the dosage of medicine,

can still live a few more months, as previously expected?"

This time it was the doctor's turn to be silent, he frowned, in addition to sighing or shaking his head, so

that people can not see a little hope.

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again after seeing hope.

"This can't be." I told myself everything wasn't true and forced myself to play it cool.

"Where are the foreign specialists, the people Dennis hired back? Hank is already getting better, you

are doctors, how can you advise the family to give up the treatment! How can you be so irresponsible!

......"

Shaw finally exploded, pounding the table over and over again, and I had to hold her in a death grip to

prevent the situation from getting further out of hand.

"Calm down, you two calm down!" The doctor didn't dare to sit down anymore, and stood up to calm

Shaw's emotions, and hopelessly gave an explanation that we couldn't refute, "In the previous

consultations, we have already explained to the family that the effect of chemotherapy on the patient's

body must be negative, and the reason why he suddenly changed his normal state is completely a

return to the light! The body's energy is exhausted, further delay, but also just a body!"

"You're bullshitting you're bullshitting, Hank won't die so soon, no! ......"

Shaw was so utterly hysterical that I had to send the doctor out first and forcefully trap her by the hand

to keep her from doing something stupid.

I don't know how long it took before she finally quieted down and leaned back in her chair, her eyes

listless, as if she were a walking corpse.

When I finally let go, she popped up and sat up, grabbing my hand in a death grip, "You promised me

you'd marry Hank, does that still count?"

I frowned and pressed my head down even though I felt uncomfortable, "Of course."

"Tomorrow, then." Shaw said, "There's no time for that."