Melissa watched the back of the car, unable to figure out what was on his mind.
It was December and the weather was freezing.
Melissa pulled her coat tighter around her and strode into the hospital.
Fortunately, only a few people were present at this hour.
She quickly registered and got herself examined.
Sure enough, she had caught a cold and had a fever.
Her temperature was thirty-nine degrees.
The doctor prescribed her some medicines and advised her to rest more and increase her fluid intake.
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But Melissa didnât want her work to get affected.
She said, âPlease put me on an intravenous drip.
Thatâll put me back on my feet sooner.
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The doctor was taken aback.
He looked up and studied the young woman in front of him.
She was gorgeous and well-dressed, appearing to be a high-end white-collar worker.
He prescribed an intravenous drip and offhandedly counseled, âJust because youâre young, donât push yourself too much.
Someday youâll realize that no amount of money will be able to buy back your health.
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Melissa gave him a composed smile.
The doctor tore off the paper from the prescription pad and directed her to the payment counter.
Ten minutes later, Melissa was quietly settled into the transfusion room, her eyes shut.
She took off her coat and wrapped it around herself, but she was still shivering.
âMiss Brown,â a nurse suddenly addressed Melissa softly.
Melissa opened her eyes.
The nurse thrust a hot water bag into her arms and said, âHolding this might help you feel better.
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Melissa was perplexed.
She chalked it up to the hospital having very good service.
Meanwhile, in the directorâs office on the second floor of the same hospital, the hospital director was immersed in searching for the documents needed.
He smiled and nonchalantly asked, âMarcus, youâre specially asking for Miss Brownâs medical records.
You must care a lot about her.
What happened last night then?â
Marcus sat by the window and sipped his tea.
ALL he had to do was turn his head a little and he would be greeted with a winter landscape in the small yard behind the hospital.
The view was pretty amazing.
Marcus smiled casually at the directorâs question.
âIâm just curious about it.
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The director finally located Melissaâs medical records in the hospitalâs database.
Fortunately, all the hospitals in Duefron kept their records online, so Melissaâs complete medical history was available.
The director skimmed through it and was shocked.
He put on his reading glasses and began reading carefully.
Finally, he was sure he wasnât seeing things.
He shot Marcus a meaningful Look.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Marcus placed his cup down and went to the director.
Holding the deskâs edge, he read the documents on the directorâs computer.
A moment later, Marcusâ expression froze, mirroring the directorâs.