Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 651

The patient's blood pressure turned stable. Simon told the nurse some dos and don'ts, took off the aseptic garment and left the intensive care unit.

His leather shoes squeaked when he sped up.

Apart from the emergency room, most of the hospital was quiet at this time. The lights lengthened his shadow. Simon could feel his eagerness, especially the heat that did not fade away from his blood.

Perhaps he might be frivolous in other occasion, but as long as he put on this doctor's coat in the hospital, he never joked, let alone making out with girls. But this time, he could not control himself.

When he finally returned to the office, he pushed the door open.

As the night wind blew,Light struck on his face, but no one else was there.

"Emily?"

The answer to his question was, of course, silence.

Simon frowned and took two steps back to look at the corridor, only to see two nurses walking by with basins in their hands. He closed the door and checked the room, but he didn't find her bag, instead, he saw the note on his desk, telling him that she wouldn't come back.

"Simon, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I have to go!"

Seeing the words on it, Simon took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

The taxi shuttled through the neon-lit night, and Emily, who was sitting in the back seat, hesitated to pick it up. "...Hello?"

"What ails you?" On the line, Simon asked in a low voice.

The question made Emily feel very guilty. She subconsciously bit her lip and muttered, "It's not a big deal. I'll be better tomorrow after I go home and get some sleep!"

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in my office?" Simon sounded a little unhappy, but she noticed a trace of concern in his voice. "What's wrong with you? I'm in the hospital. I'm a doctor! Where are you now?"

Emily's fists were clenched tight on her knees.

She knew that he card for her, but the words rose before her. Addy's grace handwriting on his book: Love you, miss you...

"I'm almost home!" Looking at the red signal light in front of her, Emily lied, "My cell phone is running out of battery. I gotta go!"

Hanging up the phone, in order to act as if it was real, she also turned off the phone.

Looking out of the window into the dim light, she smiled bitterly.

"What am I fussing about?"

She put the phone back into her bag and took a deep breath. When she was about to close her eyes and leaned against the seat to take a nap, the taxi screeched to a halt with grinding brakes and she was catapulted to the front.

"Squeak..."

With a loud noise, the taxi seemed to bump into something.

Emily opened her eyes in a hurry and saw the driver holding the handbrake in a flurry and shouting in a low voice, "Jesus Christ! I hit someone!"

Hearing that, she immediately opened the door. Indeed, a person was lying in front of the the car.

However, the taxi driver should be responsible for that. When the driver was normally driving, the man climbed over the barrier to run across the road. Fortunately, they drove at a normal speed, and the driver braked in time, so he was not sent flying. However, he was seriously injured with a small pool of blood on the ground.

Although it was said that the traffic accident drivers did nothing wrong, he should bear secondary liability and cooperate with the police for detailed investigations. After all, he was the one who drove.

After finishing what Emily should do, she took her bag and was ready to leave.

However, when she was about to leave, she was stopped again. It was the nurse in charge of Boyd after the operation. She asked, "Where are you going? You can't leave!"

"I..." Emily tried to explain.

However, the nurse interrupted her and said unhappily, "In the current situation, he need to be watched. You can't go!"

"Fine!" Emily put her hand on her forehead helplessly and asked, "Can you give me all his belongings?"

"Sure!" The nurse nodded.

After taking the things, Emily picked up the cell phone and easily found out the name "honey" in his contact lists. She didn't want to waste time, so she dialed it, told his honey that he was in the hospital and asked her to come over quickly.

Hanging up the phone, she put it back.

She lowered her head to look at the watch. It had been twelve o'clock in the evening!

Unlike the inpatient department, the emergency room had no separate wards. In here, seldom beds were available, mostly of which were separated by a blue curtain. Emily took a chair and sat next to it, helplessly looking at Boyd, who lay on the bed with his head wrapped in gauze.

She sighed and finally tucked him in.

Just as she withdrew her hand, a low voice without any warmth suddenly sounded behind her. "Aren't you feel uncomfortable?"