Chapter 116
At that moment, she wasn't in the mood for games. With a casual shrug, Charles continued, “It’s heart disease, but the mildest form.” He remained seated on the couch as he added, “As long as you take your medication regularly, maintain a healthy routine, and exercise appropriately, there shouldn’t be any major complications.” Although he spoke plainly, his words had a calming effect.
Marsha slowly regained her composure. Concerning this situation, she remained quite calm. Life and death were determined by fate, and luck by chance.
Before Marsha could respond, Charles pointed to the stack of examination reports where a name card lay. “I’ve left my name card in the reports. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
Marsha raised her hand slightly and noticed the name card tucked into the report. At that moment, her opinion of this seemingly carefree doctor improved. He wasn’t as unreliable as he appeared.
However, Hazel couldn’t hold back her tears and cried out, “Marsha, how could you suddenly have heart disease?” Hazel had been by Marsha’s side for a long time. To Hazel, Marsha was like a vibrant red rose and a spirited sunflower, but now, her rose and sunflower were unexpectedly ill. Heart disease was a severe condition that could be life-threatening.
Marsha paused, her eyes falling on Hazel, who wore a sad expression. A faint smile formed on Marsha’s lips, though her eyes showed a hint of helplessness. She motioned for Hazel, who was standing by the bed, to come closer. Hazel dutifully approached.
With a teasing smile, Marsha said, “You really don’t look your best when you cry.” Quickly, she wiped the tears from Hazel’s face.
Annoyed by Marsha’s comment, Hazel protested, “Marsha!” Marsha slowly lowered her hand, relieved that Hazel had stopped crying. She then handed Hazel the reports beside her. “Alright, crying’s over. Put these away and pack them up. When you go to pick up my medicine later, get me some strawberries.” She suddenly got a craving for them. Hazel was surprised by Marsha’s interaction with her.
It was clear that communication with Marsha's assistant, Hazel, would be straightforward—and efficient. Marsha had been wearing a mask before; he hadn’t recognized her. But after rescuing her in the operating room, he heard the nurses there excitedly exclaim about her accomplishments with enthusiasm. Charles was taken aback by just how extraordinary this woman was.
Hazel swiftly organized the reports and replied, “Alright, I’ll pack them for you immediately.” Marsha was known for having a big appetite, so it wasn’t surprising. As she tidied up, she glanced at Charles, who had been seated on the couch this whole time. She leaned down and nodded to him, saying, “Dr. Jennings, please take good care of her.”
Without waiting for Charles’ reply, she stood up and quickly faded out. Charles burned his attention to Marsha, marveling at the hospital’s efficiency. Marsha didn’t argue, readily acknowledging, “Naturally.”
He muttered, “Your assistant is far more capable than you are.” Marsha managed many tasks. Otherwise, her temperament might have jeopardized the situation. She depended on Hazel to manage many tasks; otherwise, her temperament would have prevented her from engaging in polite social niceties.
Marsha glanced at Charles again and stated plainly, “I want to leave the hospital. Please arrange for my discharge.” She was set to join the film crew in a few days, and with so much to organize, she needed to leave soon.
Charles immediately agreed, saying, “Absolutely.”