Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 116

At 8:40 AM the next morning, as usual, Natalie did her rounds and brought a few staff to Hackett's ward. After asking him a few questions, she said, "You can be discharged today."

Hackett was unhappy when he heard that he could be discharged. He had originally planned to go home today as it was boring to stay here alone, but after Trevon was admitted to the hospital, he changed his mind. Not only could he have company, but he could also watch a show. "Doctor, I couldn't sleep last night. I felt dizzy, Why don't I stay here to be observed today? What if I faint after I return? I'm still a child. I can't leave just like that."

Natalie was at a loss for words.

The other doctors were speechless as well. His acting skills were really poor. Was his brain even fully developed at this point?

Natalie was unmoved and said. "You're wasting the hospital's resources. The nurse said that you played mobile games until midnight last night and even went to visit other patients. This isn't a presidential suite at a hotel. Are you addicted to staying here?"

Hackett was thick-skinned. "I couldn't sleep last night so I went to visit my neighbors. Besides, how can the presidential suite compare to this?"

Natalie did not want to talk to him anymore. He was just spouting nonsense. It was obvious that he did not want to be discharged at all. "Stay if you like."

When Natalie walked out of the ward, the intern beside her asked, "Doctor, he has clearly recovered. Why did you let him stay? Wouldn't that be a waste of resources?"

Natalie thought that only the wealthy people of Athana could afford to stay on this floor of the hospital. Ordinary people would not have the money to stay on this floor. Since he wanted to contribute to the hospital financially and they weren't short on beds, why should she stop him?

Natalie said in a low voice, "The rich are stupid. Isn't it good that they're paying? We can use the money to support poor families.”

Every year, Athana Hospital provided assistance to the less fortunate. They subsidized or reduced the medical expenses of many disadvantaged families. Naturally, she would not reject the contributions of these rich people.

Before she walked into the ward next door, she looked up and glanced at the sign next to the door. There was no name on it, but she did not think too much about it because it was a normal occurrence.

Jim was stunned when he saw Natalie enter. His mind was racing with thoughts. He was a little suspicious and looked at the man whom he didn't know was unconscious or asleep.

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He remembered that the director said yesterday that Trevon should have woken up last night, but Trevon did not wake last night. He even called the director out of worry, but the director told him to calm down and that Trevon would wake up

tomorrow.

Natalie was also full of questions in the morning. She received a message from the hospital director in the middle of the night asking her to take over the inpatient department, and that she did not have to go to the outpatient clinic for now. She would only need to go there when there were special cases. She was a little depressed about this transfer. Originally, she was only a consultation specialist who worked Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays in the outpatient clinic, and Tuesdays and Thursdays in the inpatient department. Now, she as stationed full-time at the inpatient department.

She was puzzled about the arrangement, but she still maintained her professionalism. "Is the patient still unconscious?" Jim's reaction was a little slow. "Uh... yes, yes. H-He didn't wake up." He hadn't seen Natalie in two years, so his brain was a little short-circuited.

Natalie took the medical record and checked it, then frowned and narrowed her eyes at the person on the bed. She took out a medical flashlight and walked to the man's bed. She opened his eyelids with one hand to check then moved to the other eyelid. After that, she stuffed the medical flashlight back into the pocket of her white lab coat and took out the stethoscope. She placed it in front of his chest and listened. Then, she stood up and said to the stunned Jim, "When the patient wakes up, make sure he doesn't move too much. He will feel dizzy. If there are any other symptoms that are more serious, press the bell" Jim stared at Natalie. The entire process was a norinal and regular routine inspection. Natalie did not seem like she missed. Trevon at all.

Natalie did not say another word. She turned around and left the ward to check on the other patients.

The intern beside her looked back every three steps she took and muttered, "Who is that, Doctor? He's so handsome. Even when he's asleep, he's so handsome and charming.

Natalie took a deep breath and thought, "That face is so beautiful that it's lethal, huh?" On the surface, she put on a serious look and said, "You're a doctor so you need to remember your responsibilities. Don't be a love-struck fool. I wonder what's in your head?

The intern doctor blushed and lowered her head. She couldn't hold it in for a moment. This man was just too handsome. He was so good-looking even when he wasn't awake, and she couldn't help but want to exclaim.

Natalie returned to the impatient department's office and heard the discussions of the other doctors.

"Who is the patient in room 1314? The hospital director came a few times last night. I heard that he got up from his bed and stayed there until midnight."

"Are you serious? He must be a big shot. They didn't even put his name on the sign. I don't think they want people to know"

"Didn't you notice that the patients in the wards next to him are also handsome men? The nurse at the front desk kept taking their temperatures. Aren't they afraid of damaging the thermometer?" A few of them laughed.

Natalie did not reply. She calmly took a glass of water and sat back in her chair to continue reading the patients' medical records from the inpatient department.

She thought to herself, "They're crazy. They planned on'getting a concussion together so that they could get admitted to the hospital together."

Someone suddenly asked, "Natalie, did you find out who they are when you went to do rounds in the morning?"

Natalie said indifferently. "A concussion patient"

The other doctors were speechless and thought, "We know this already. Why is she so cold toward us?"

Trevon woke up at II AM. Jim, who was sitting on the couch, was so excited that he almost cried out. If Trevon still didn't wake up. Jum planned to inform Theo

"Mr. Wilson, you're awake. Do you feel any discomfort? As he spoke, he checked Trevon's head carefully.

In the end, his hand was slapped away mercilessly. 'Has she been here?"

Jim was confused. "Huh?"

Trevon rolled his eyes at him and exhaled. "Was she here?"

Jim realized who he was asking about. "Yes, Mrs. Wilson was here."

Trevon rubbed the spot where his head had been hit. It was still a little painful. "Did she say anything?"

"Mrs. Wilson told you not to move too much when you wake up. If there's a problem, look for a doctor." Trevon replied without much emotion, "Got it."

Jim was a little puzzled. "So, Mr. Wilson, did you deliberately get beaten up so that you would be admitted to this hospital?" Because Jim raised his voice, Trevon was affected and felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and snapped coldly, "What do you

think?"

Jim thought about it. Trevon shouldn't be stupid enough to take this risk just to see Natalie. That would be childish. There were many ways to chase after Natalie that did not involve self-harm.

Not long after, Hackett arrived. He was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown and smiled with a touched expression. "You're a good friend. I would have been happy if you just visited me, but you're here to accompany me instead. You even have the same health condition as me. How embarrassing"

Trevon touched his forehead. He did not want to say anything to Hackett, but Hackett felt the exact opposite. He pulled Jim up from the stool and sat on the stool. "Did you deliberately get injured so that you would be admitted to the hospital? You want to gain sympathy from Natalie and use this chance to pursue her, right?" After thinking for a long time after he went back last night, he felt that what Trevon did was suspicious.

This

person was wicked. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt himself if it meant he could achieve his goal. Jim thought, "So I'm not the only one who thinks so. Even Mr. Blackwell thinks so."

Trevon gave Hackett the same answer he gave Jim. "What do you

think?"

Hackett, "Then why did you get hurt like how I got hurt?"

Trevon was speechless. He was unable to refute these words and choked on his own saliva.

Not long after, Frank arrived. When he pushed open the door, he saw the lively scene. "Are you guys hanging out? I want to join too."

Hackett did not hold back at all. "We can do that. Buy a deck of poker cards while you're at it. Aren't we both suffering from concussions? Let's play a game to stimulate our brains so that we can heal faster. It just so happens we have enough people for the game.

Trevon had a headache from being disturbed by Hackett. He was really injured so he still felt dizzy.

Frank sat on the couch and leaned against it lazily. He still remembered the bet that day and said directly, "Little boy, you pulled a good trick. The ward you chose is pretty good too." Frank then grabbed an orange, peeled it, and stuffed it into his mouth. Jim, you're good at buying fruits. This orange is quite sweet."

When Trevon heard the word "little boy", his face turned as black as thunder. He pursed his lips and did not say anything, pretending not to hear it. He could not be rude to Frank, so he could only let this slip. Jim scratched his head in embarrassment. He was still in disbelief. Last night, he was really bored and sleepy, but he was afraid that Trevon would wake up when he was asleep, so he bought some oranges from the fruit shop downstairs. He specially asked for something sour to prevent him from dozing off, and he occupied himself by watching the news and

videos.

Why did Frank say that it was sweet? Were his taste buds not working?

Hackett immediately said after hearing Frank, "Then give me one. Everyone who's here gets a share. You can't eat all of it by yourself."

Frank grabbed an orange and threw it to Hackett, who peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth. The moment he did that, he stood up and spat it into the trash can. "Fuck! Frank, have you lost your taste buds or something? It's so sour."

"Trevon, do you think it's sweet?" Frank was clearly implying something.

Trevon could not be bothered with Frank and directly instructed, "That's enough. The two of you can go do what you need to do. Keep an eye on the project on Athana's commercial street. It's still a few months away from completion. Make sure

there are no issues."

Frank was not prepared to leave. He placed his hands on the back of his head and lay on the couch. "I'm prepared to be at hands-off boss. This is going to be a long battle."

Trevon did not say a word. He just leaned against the bed with his eyes half-closed.