Ms. Florenceâs eyes lit up as she walked straight up to him. âDr. Hemingway, youâre back! I think something is still wrong with my leg.â
âMs. Florence, isnât this your fifth appointment this month?â The usual smile on Dr. Hemingwayâs face was tucked away and he looked dead serious.
Seeing him like this, Ms. Florence lowered her head and answered dully, âYeah.â
âI told you this before. You only sprained your leg, there shouldnât be anything serious. If you have recovered now, you should stop coming to the hospital.â Dr. Hemingway unloaded everything he was carrying on the table and poured himself a glass of water.
Ms. Florence took a step forward and looked at Sophia before saying, âDr. Hemingway, why arenât I allowed to see you but this lady is?â
Then, she continued in a sour tone. âHer leg seems fine, it doesnât look like it needs any treatment. Is it because you like her...â
âMs. Florence!â Victor interrupted her mid-sentence as a frown crept upon his face. âI donât think I owe you an explanation about each and every one of my patients, do I?â
Seeing that she had pissed him off, Ms. Florence was slightly scared. âDonât be angry, I was just talking nonsense. Why are you so aggravated?â
âLet me repeat this again, the hospital is not a place to court men and seek romance. Iâm sorry, but those novels and television dramas are very misleading. Youâre wasting medical resources by making pointless appointments like this!â Victor was quite disgusted with these girls who came to the hospital and messed around for their so-called pursuit of âloveâ.
Ms. Florence had never been criticized in this manner before. She could not conceal her emotions, and her eyes were already bright red.
Without even looking at her, Victor said to the nurse, âFields, see her off! Next time, donât let just anyone come into my office, do you understand?â
The nurse quickly nodded and muttered a vague response before turning to Ms. Florence, âMs. Florence, please...â
âYou donât have to chase me out, I can leave just fine by myself!â With her eyes red and swollen, Ms. Florence cried out before leaving the room.
The nurse stared into the air awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Should she stand in the corner, take a seat, or chase after the distressed Ms.
Florence?
âPlease get me my needles,â Victor took another sip of his water and ordered the nurse.
The nurse nodded and quickly set off to fetch him his needles.
âIâm sorry you had to witness that.â Victor took a disposable paper cup and poured Sophia and Nicole a cup of water each. âMs. Florence is a young lady, so she doesnât think before she speaks sometimes. Please donât take her words to heart, Ms. White.â
Sophia nodded. âItâs normal for a girl to dream about love. After all, youâre an outstanding doctor, Dr. Hemingway. Itâs no surprise that she admires you very much.â
âSo you think that Iâm outstanding, Ms. White?â Victor smiled amusingly. âWell then, if Mr. Harris wasnât in the picture, would you consider me to be your boyfriend?â
Sophia paused slightly as she wrapped her hands around her cup. She hesitated for a moment, but just as she was about to answer his question, he spoke once again.
âIâm just asking for fun, you donât have to take it so seriously, Ms. White.â Victor lowered his eyes and hid his expression from her. âHow has your leg been feeling recently?â
With that, Sophia did not dwell on the joke either. âItâs alright,â she replied curtly.
âHas it been sore or swollen?â Victor knelt on one knee as he proceeded to press on several parts of her leg.
âNope.â Sophia shook her head.
âAlright then.â Victor got back up and dusted his pants as he said to the nurse, âGet Ms. White a pair of pants please.â
Although Sophia was not wearing tight-fitted pants, it was still quite a hassle to roll up the cuffs. It was more convenient for her to change into a pair of pants that were meant for patients.
Not long after, the nurse returned with the clothing. She passed it to Sophia before leaving the room along with Dr. Hemingway to give Sophia some privacy and get changed.
âHow many layers are you wearing now?â Nicole stared in shock at the layers of clothing Sophia slowly removed. âI remember you only wore one layer of pants even during the coldest time of the winter back when I first met you.â
Sophia briefly glanced at her right leg as her eyes trembled slightly. âI donât dare to do that anymore ever since I started having problems with my leg.â
Although the prison environment was not exactly bad, the prison mates were constantly targeting her. One of the pranks they often pulled on her was pouring cold water in her bunk. When that happened, she had no choice but to sleep on the ground, so she was often freezing so badly that she could barely sleep. The worst thing was her leg. The unbearable pain made it almost impossible for her to sleep...
âSoph, I donât know if I should ask you about... Your leg. Did Mr. Harris really break it by beating you?â Nicole asked cautiously.
Sophia frowned slightly as she removed the last layer of fleece-lined pants and nodded slowly.
After thinking for a while, she continued. âLeah threatened him that if he didnât do as she asked, she would sue me for attempted homicide. If that happened, I might have been sentenced to life imprisonment.â
âWhen you say that, I guess he did it for your good.â Nicole heaved a sigh. âBut I believe that there are always various solutions to a problem. I have to say, the method he chose was... Quite ruthless.â
Sophia put on the pants and asked, âWhy are you suddenly asking about this, Nicole?â
âThe question didnât just occur to me all of a sudden. To be honest, ever since you and Mr. Harris got back together, your brother and I have been quite worried.â
Sophia was silent.
âHe has his reasons for breaking your leg and itâs indeed justifiable since Leah was threatening him, but what about everything he did after? When he forced you to work at Dream Club and threw you out the door naked, and...â Nicole could not even finish the sentence. âHow can he explain all the things he did after?â
Sophia did not want to say that Charles had done everything because he misunderstood her and wanted to take vengeance on her.
She adjusted the hospital pants and said, âDr. Hemingway has been waiting outside for a while now, Iâll go get the door.â
âLet me go.â Nicole quickly got up and went to open the door.
Dr. Hemingway came in and closed the door behind him. He then proceeded to roll up the cuffs of Sophiaâs pants and began inserting needles in her leg.
Perhaps the nurse felt guilty for not defending Ms. Florence earlier, so she suddenly began speaking in stutters, âDr. Hemingway, youâre extremely handsome, and even more so when youâre treating your patients. Even many of your middle-aged female patients are head over heels for you, let alone the young girls.â
She turned and looked at Sophia. âDonât you agree, Ms. White?â
âIf you feel bad for Ms. Florence, you can leave as well.â Victor gave her a frosty look after inserting a needle. âWhile youâre at it, get me another nurse who is less troublesome too, please.â
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 359 Dr. Hemingway Seems Nice Sophia decided not to answer the nurseâs question, seeing that this was Dr. Hemingwayâs private matter.
The nurse gave him an embarrassed smile and took out a piece of tissue paper. âDr. Hemingway, your head is all sweaty. Here, let me... Let me help you wipe away your sweat, hehe.â
Once all the needles were in place, Victor stood up and turned to the nurse. âYou can go out now.â
The nurse looked terrified, and she seemed to be on the verge of bursting into tears. âDr. Hemingway, I will never let that sappy little girl in anymore, please donât kick me out! Iâm sorry... I really know my mistakes now, please just give me one last chance...â
âRemember what you just said to me, and if you ever dare to let any more irrelevant people into my office again, Iâll ask for a switch right away. You can go now,â Dr. Hemingway said in a warning tone as he took out a clean towel to wipe the sweat all over his forehead and neck.
The nurse quickly wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks and left the room without saying another word.