Then, he left.
Initially, the man appeared to be minding his own business and enjoying the music. But his enthusiasm faded almost instantly once the person left the ward.
Annoyance and anger overwhelmed him as he aggressively pulled the earplugs out of his ears.
Too much free time?
It’s all about controlling what I do!
Sasha didn’t sleep well that night.
The thought of not being there to take care of Sebastian was depressing. She tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t get a good night’s sleep.
The next day, Karl was shocked at the sight of her.
“Madam, what’s wrong? Why do you look so tired?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Sasha brushed it off.
Sasha refused to tell him the truth. All she did was shake her head.
lronically, it was Vivian who spilled the beans. “Mr. Frost, Mommy fought with Daddy last night. That’s why she looks tired.” “What?” Karl raised his head perplexedly, “You two fought? What happened?”
Last night, Karl was secretly hiding in a corner far from the ward.
Therefore, he missed out on the fight.
Sasha sighed. “Not sure what pissed him off. He said that we are not allowed to take care of him anymore.” hat?” Karl was baffled!
“How can that be? If you’re not there to take care of him, how is he going to get better? There must be a valid reason if he wants you to stop doing that.”
Karl was holding a slice of bread in his hand while he reminisced the time when he first met him after the accident. The fact that he could not remember him was frustrating.
Sasha’s emotional turbulence intensified.
That’s true. He is so different from who he once was.
Nonetheless, Sasha decided to visit the hospital once more. She was not a person who would give up easily.
She took a cab to the hospital after entrusting Vivian with Karl.
“Dr. West, please come over. According to the instructions of Dr. Wallen, you’re the doctor for the patient at Ward 15,” informed Sasha’s colleague.
“What?” She could not believe what she just heard.
As she arrived in the hospital, she was hit with the news about her transfer.
The patient at Ward 15?
Isn’t him the newly admitted patient? What has that got to do with me?
Sasha panicked and pestered her colleague further. “What about Mr. Hayes? Who’s attending to him?”
He replied, “The surgeon who just returned from his overseas studies.” Sasha was speechless.
A surgeon is involved? What is this nonsense?
Troubled by confusion and hopelessness, her immediate thought was to look for Grayson. However, she was informed by his secretary that he was out for a meeting and would only return tomorrow.
This is ridiculous…
She was fuming with anger.
Cornered, she could only return to the inpatient department. Her initial plan was to wait for Grayson’s return.
“Dr. West, this is your patient’s medical records. Please take a look. He just finished surgery.” The doctor on the night shift passed a stack of medical records to her.
At this stage, Sasha did not have a choice but to focus on the work before her.
At the end of the day, she was still a doctor.
Sasha brought the medical records with her and arrived at patient Ward 15.
“Baylor White?” She was flipping through the records white asking for him.
“That is correct,” he replied,
A soothing male voice echoed through the ward. Sasha was dumbstruck for a moment and lifted her head.
“You… are Baylor?” She couldn’t believe it.
She was spooked out. It was rather shocking that a teenager like him would be diagnosed with end-stage lung cancer.
“What’s the surprise?” Baylor appeared to be used to her reaction. He smiled in confirmation.
Sasha was lost for words.
At that instant, a deep sense of guilt budded in her heart.
Just moments ago, all she could think of was to get over with the patient and to look for Sebastian.
“That’s not what I mean. Anyways, I’m your doctor. My name is West, Macy West. You can call me Dr. West,” she swiftly introduced herself.
Sasha pointed at her badge. Then, she started striking casual conversations with the young teenager before her.
Frankly speaking, he was not a teenager. He was twenty-four but didn’t look his age. Perhaps this could be attributed to his sickness, which caused his frail and debilitated figure.
“Dr. Macy West, that’s a cute name. Alright, how can I help you?” he asked.
“You just finished your surgery yesterday. We need to da a blood test for you. What say I direct you there now?” she replied.
Sasha put down the medical records and started approaching him.
Patients who suffered end-stage lung cancer had lowered immune systems due to the metastasis of cancer cells. Hence, surgery was usually not recommended. The viable treatment would often be needle biopsy and chemotherapy.