Mysterious Mr.Richard

The next morning, the dean directly informed Pearl that she was no longer in charge of Richard. She was assigned to another VIP ward. Coincidentally, it was right next to Richard's room. Pearl met many annoying patients before. But it was the first time to deal with someone as tiresome as this one.

"Does it hurt here?"

Pearl asked when she pressed on the man's chest.

"Not there. A little further down." the man replied.

"Here?"

"Further."

Pearl was speechless.

Her hand was on the man's lower abdomen, if lower...

She frowned and said unhappily, "Mr. Harris. The records show that your heart is not good, so that you need to stay in hospital. But if I go further down, I'm afraid you may have problems with prostate. I think you need to get a urologist."

Over only one morning, Mr. Harris had pressed the bell over for about eight times. He complained about suffering from pains all over his body. The nurse could do nothing for he would insist on asking Pearl to check on him.

"I don't need that. It's just a small problem." Mr. Harris grabbed Pearl's hand and started feeling her wrist. "But Dr. Yonng, your hand is so soft and beautiful."

Pearl almost throw up for his dirty look. She withdrew her hand hurriedly. "Mr. Harris, I think you're healthy now. You don't need me here."

After saying that, Pearl left directly. At least she could just stay away from him if she couldn't reject him straightforwardly.

But when she stepped out of the door, she saw a familiar figure striding towards her.

Richard was on his way to the ward after an endoscopic procedure. Pearl did not know why there was no nurse with him.

In the corridor, they were looking at each other. The air went still.

Pearl was in daze when Mr. Harris's voice came from behind her. He caught up with her and went on pestering her, "Where are you going? You haven't done the check-up. If you do not go on, I will make complaints on you."

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She recalled what just happened in the ward. And a chill ran down her spine. She was desperate to get rid of him so she rushed over to Richard. She held his arm and asked carefully, "Mr. Zellweger, are you okay?"

Richard looked at her hands. Then he stared at Pearl. His inhospitable eyes still made her panic.

"Dr. Yonng!" Mr. Harris had went out from the ward. But when he noticed Richard, he stopped suddenly. Mr. Harris asked politely, "Mr. Zellweger, you and her?"

Anyone who could afford this VIP room was either wealthy or influential. It was normal for Mr. Harris to know Richard.

Pearl made a pleading look to Richard.

"Please help me!" she asked at heart.

In Richard's memory, Pearl was outgoing and bright, enthusiastic and generous. In addition, although she studied hard and worked hard, she would never act cute and pretend to be weak. In a ward, she was almost a perfect girlfriend.

Yet even until today, he could not say no to her pleading eyes.

Richard frowned but still replied, "I'm not feeling well. Take me back to my ward."

"Oh, I got it. Well, Dr. Yonng, please send Mr. Zellweger back to his room," Mr. Harris said dryly.

Pearl nodded and went with Richard to his room. But her heart was pounding hard.

She was at loss and she asked Richard for help. But now her senses came back, she was surprised that Richard was willing to help her.

Maybe, he did not resent her so much?

"Slow down please." Pearl helped Richard sit on the bed. She stood up and said gratefully, "Thank you. I'll... I'll leave now." "Stop!"

She heard his cold voice behind her. She felt like she was being thrown into the freezer which chilled her to the bone. Pearl stopped.000000