On the way to the outpatient department, Calvert seemed very frail and sickly. Evelyn stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
He shook his head feebly and said, "I'm not feeling well… I think the effects of the anesthetic have already worn off. I'm starting to feel a sharp pain in my waist… Evelyn, I've been meaning to apologize to you for what happened last time. I'm really sorry. I wasn't able to control my emotions at that time. We had kissed before, and I thought you wouldn't refuse me…"
Evelyn held his arm and interrupted him, "I don't want to talk about that anymore. I hope it won't happen again. But I'm really sorry, Calvert. Sheffield can be a little childish sometimes, but he isn't a bad person. Please don't mind him…"
'Childish? The man is 26 years old. Acting like a child at that age isn't normal.' Calvert concealed the contempt inside his heart and pretended to be understanding as he nodded in agreement. "Evelyn, you don't have to explain anything. I won't press any charges on him, for your sake."
After seeing Calvert off to the operating room, Evelyn waited patiently on a bench.
After a while, the elevator doors slid open and out came Sheffield. He walked straight to Evelyn and with an expressionless face, said, "It's late. Go home and get some rest. I'll wait here."
"No, I'm not sleepy!" Evelyn was too upset to sleep.
The exasperation in her tone provoked him and he tried his hardest to hold back his anger, but he sarcastically blurted out, "Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him?"
"What?" Evelyn raised her head to look at him in confusion.
"Just be honest, you're feeling bad for him, aren't you? You're worried about your fiance, am I right?"
How could she not see the irony in his eyes? "What nonsense are you talking about? I can't do this! I don't want to see you right now!"
'Don't want to see me?' Sheffield grabbed hold of her wrist, pulled her off the bench and took her into his arms. Piercing her eyes with his, he said, "Then who do you want to see? The man in the operating room?"
Sheffield held her so tightly that Evelyn couldn't move and she felt out of breath. "What's wrong with you?" she said.
"You tell me," he said, pushing her up against the wall behind her.
Evelyn stepped forward and fell into his arms again. "Sheffield Tang!" she screamed at him, enraged.
"Sheffield Tang? Sounds like I'm a stranger to you. But Evelyn, you didn't call me that in bed." Evelyn didn't expect him to say something like that to her out of the blue.
Immediately, her face turned red. She felt ashamed and resentful, but before she could throw a tantrum, she noticed the sarcasm in Sheffield's eyes. Her heart sank. "What's that look in your eyes? What do you mean?" she asked.
"What do I mean? I mean… This!" Sheffield propped himself against the wall, hands on either side of her, and leaned over to kiss her lips, right in front of Tayson.
After a long while, he finally pulled away from the kiss because Evelyn was struggling fiercely in his arms. As soon as he let go of her, she blushed and yelled at him, "You've gone too far this time! Calvert is having a surgery inside while you're…kissing me outside. Do you even have a heart?"
"Having a surgery?" Sheffield smirked. "Wow, what a major surgery!" he snorted sarcastically.
He peered into her eyes and said, "Evelyn, just be honest. You feel bad for him, don't you?"
Evelyn took a deep breath and replied, "You're overthinking this."
Sheffield clicked his tongue and said, "Fine! I will make you feel more sorry for him! When Calvert comes out of the OR, please ask him to wait for me. It looks like one cut wasn't enough. I'll be sure to give him three cuts!"
"Are you kidding me?" Every fiber of her being wanted to strangle the childish man in front of her.
However, the fury in her eyes calmed Sheffield down. "Evelyn, how about this? I'll buy a notebook tomorrow. Every time you let me down, I'll make a note of it. When you've completely broken my heart one day, I'll stop pestering you. What do you say?"
He kept smiling as if he was joking, but his words flustered Evelyn. She immediately explained, "No…it's not like that…"
Sheffield lowered his eyes and turned away from her without waiting for her to finish her words.
Silence reigned in the corridor again. A headache crept over Evelyn's head. She fell on the bench, pondering what to do with Sheffield.
At the Huo family manor
Debbie placed the last dish on the table and started to eat lunch on her own.
Having realized that Debbie was angry with him, Carlos sighed and picked up a slice of cabbage for her. "You should eat more vegetables. It will do you good to eat healthy," he coaxed.
"No thanks!" Debbie's lips curled back in a grimace more sneer than snarl and she put the slice of cabbage back into his bowl.
Carlos looked at her helplessly and asked, "Okay, what do you want to know?"
Debbie's mood lit up. She immediately put down her chopsticks and said, "Who is he? What does he do?"
"He's a doctor and he works in First General Hospital."
'A doctor? First General Hospital?' Debbie instantly recalled Sheffield, the young and handsome doctor she had seen in the hospital the other day. But then she shook her head. It couldn't be Sheffield. Evelyn was with her at that time and neither of them said one word to each other. It didn't look like they knew each other.
After that, no matter how many questions Debbie asked and how far she probed, Carlos didn't feed her curiosity.
Sheffield was a good-looking fellow. Carlos understood that all women, regardless of their age, would be interested in handsome men.
This included his wife. Debbie had been like this for many years and had never changed. The reason why Carlos didn't want to tell Debbie the truth was that he didn't want her to go and see Sheffield.
"Humph! Fine! Then don't tell me!" Debbie began to focus on her lunch. She had a good appetite after getting the piece of information.
From that day onwards, Debbie often went to the First General Hospital for no particular reason. She would happily visit her friends who had been hospitalized and every time she saw a handsome young doctor, she would wonder if he was going to be her son-in-law.
One day, Debbie was going to visit an acquaintance in the inpatient department. When she passed by the garden of the hospital, she heard a gentle but familiar voice.
She looked over and saw a doctor having a nice chat with a little girl.
The doctor said, "Look at the doll in your arms. Isn't it smiling all the time? So, you should also be smiling everyday just like your doll!"
The little girl shook her head and looked at the doctor, with tears in her eyes. She sobbed and said, "Sheffield, my doll doesn't need an operation, but I do. I don't want an operation. I'm scared…"
Sheffield put away his phone and held the little girl in his arms. Then he let her sit on his lap. "Hey, listen. I don't think a surgery is something you need to be afraid of. If you get sick, you have to get treatment. You know what? We have a magical medicine called anesthetic. It will make sure that you don't feel any pain during the surgery."
The girl was only seven or eight years old, but she needed to have a kidney transplant. It was quite heartbreaking.
The little girl asked dubiously, "Really? Then why does the fat boy in the next ward cry every day?"
