“He totally brought it on himself!” Rose snorted.

Declan agreed but still gave her a hard time. “It’s enough to think it; why say it out loud?”

Grant coughed, and Rose rushed over, asking, “Dad, you feeling okay?” Grant had been sick for a few days. “This,” Rose tried to comfort him, “we probably need to get him home. Keeping him here isn’t the best idea.”

“Dad, go home first.” Declan

Grant shook his head but then coughed again. Rose felt really bad for him.

Grant and Celine had always been super close. Even though Celine was usually serious, Grant didn’t mind being managed by her.

“Don’t rush me home. How can I relax if Celine doesn’t wake up?” Grant held Celine’s hand again.

Rose had no choice but to give up. Grant wouldn’t feel at ease staying home alone either. They were all here, so nothing major would happen.

“Where did Elizabeth go? She vanished right after Celine came out. This kid is getting more and more willful,” Declan complained.

“Maybe she can’t handle the bad news. Elizabeth’s under a lot of pressure; try to understand,” Rose said, giving Declan a look.

Just then, the door opened. It was Elizabeth.

Elizabeth had taken a nap at Base M and just woken up. She changed her clothes and washed her face before coming over. She had cried a lot in the morning, and her eyes were still swollen and red.

Declan wanted to scold her, but seeing her so sad, he held back.

Elizabeth walked over to Grant, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Grandpa, go home and rest.”

“No,” Grant stubbornly refused.

Elizabeth ignored him and said to Declan and Rose, “Mom, Dad, you both have worked hard. Take Grandpa home, and you can come back to relieve me tomorrow.”

Celine might not wake up for a while. “Okay.” Declan was the first to nod in agreement.

Elizabeth pulled Grant up and said, “Grandpa, be good. I’ll stay with Grandma; nothing will happen. I’ll call someone to bring you over as soon as she wakes up.”

Declan sighed and also persuaded, “Yes, Dad, if something happens to your health, what will we do when Mom wakes up? Be good.”

Hearing this, Grant couldn’t hold back his tears again.

Elizabeth said with a heavy heart, “Grandpa, Grandma will be fine! It’s just an arm; it won’t affect her. Why are you crying?”

Grant turned around silently and left.

After saying that, Elizabeth felt a pang of pain. After sending them off, Elizabeth tidied up the messy things in the ward, making it look much cleaner.

She took out her own set of tools, wanting to try acupuncture on Celine again. It was already late at night. Her phone buzzed with the latest news from Lisbun.

Outside the ward, she heard the footsteps of a few nurses, accompanied by a few words. “Mr. Tudor hasn’t woken up yet?”

Someone replied, “Everyone thought Mr. Tudor just had a fever, but actually, he has an injury. It seems he got cut when boarding the ship, and the wound kept getting wet, causing repeated infections.”

Elizabeth glanced at the door and then continued to give her grandma acupuncture.

The voices of the two nurses gradually faded until they couldn’t be heard anymore. Elizabeth couldn’t help but recall what they had just said: “He has an injury.”