Chapter 32
After Calista gave them the mansion’s address, the ambulance arrived immediately. By the time the paramedics got there, she had already slipped into a light coma.
The paramedics lifted Calista into the ambulance. A paramedic leaned in close and tried to rouse her. “Ms. Marchand, is there no one else at home?”
Calista shook her head.
“Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?”
She shook her head again. “Just my lower stomach hurts.”
“Does it still hurt even after taking painkillers?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“How many did you take?”
“Three,” she said faintly.
The paramedic was shocked. “You can’t take so many. This medicine has side effects. If your period cramps are that bad, you should have asked your husband to massage your stomach or make you some tea. If you just rely on painkillers like this, it could affect your fertility later on.”
Another paramedic nearby shot her a look and subtly motioned for her to stop talking.
She had instantly recognized Calista as the pregnant woman from a month ago, the one who had been in a car accident and had no one to care for her.
Back then, not a single family member was by her side, and even her hospital bills had been paid by Alexander. The situation had caused quite a stir at the time.
After being taken to the hospital, Calista underwent a series of tests.
In her daze, she caught the sound of a gentle, comforting voice. “Her test results are fine. Go make her some tea, but don’t make it too sweet.”
“Got it, Dr. Lester.”
Calista slowly opened her eyes and saw a man in a white coat standing before her. She froze for a moment.
It was the same man she had run into at the supermarket the day before.
She tried to sit up, but Alexander gently pressed her shoulder down. “You’re still very weak. You need to rest, so don’t move just yet.”
He touched the back of her hand and found it cold, so he adjusted the IV drip, slowing it down.
“You’re a doctor?”
Alexander glanced down and smiled faintly at her. “Surprised?”
Calista looked at him and shook her head. There was something familiar about him. She felt like she’d seen him somewhere before. So she bluntly asked, “Besides the supermarket last time, have we met before?”
With his hands in his coat pockets and a stethoscope around his neck, Alexander replied, “I was your attending doctor when you were in the car accident last month.”
So it was him. During the surgery, Calista remembered someone comforting her, telling her not to be afraid. “Thank you,” she said.
Alexander nodded. “I’m just doing my job.”
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