My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 389

At the mention of Lucas, Rachel realized what had happened. Her hands flew up to her mouth, and she asked in a serious tone, "What the hell happened to you last night? You were acting like a toddler. You're not like that."

"It's nothing." Jack grabbed her hand, showing every intention to continue.

Rachel moved aside to evade him. "Let's make everything clear first."

At her insistence, Jack turned over and lay back on the side, one hand resting on the back of his head. He looked up at the ceiling and snorted, "Fine! I admit I was jealous."

Hearing Rachel's laughter, he smiled and continued, "But I'm relieved to know that he's going to be a father."

That explained the mercurial shift of his mood that time.

Rachel was a little speechless, but sweetness bloomed in her heart.

Just then, Jack suddenly turned them over and pressed her on her back. With a smirk on his face, he murmured, "Of course, I can only rest assured completely if you become a mother, yourself."

After that, the bedroom was filled with sounds of sweet lovemaking, and it was like love redirected the sunlight outside the window.

Rachel was late for work. When she arrived at the office, she saw several people surrounding her office door and several nurses standing anxiously at the side and looking completely overwhelmed.

One of the nurses walked over, took her hand, and led her toward the exit. She whispered, "Rachel, I think it will be better if you go somewhere else and stay for a while."

"What's going on?" she asked in confusion.

The nurse sighed slightly and said, "Last week, the director performed a surgery. Before the operation, a member of the patient's family gave him a cigarette. Now, the patient's postoperative recovery isn't looking too good, so the family have come to stir up some trouble."

Rachel frowned. This kind of thing was common within a hospital's setting. Once, a nurse was reported for eating an apple given by a patient's family.

Now, the director was probably not in the hospital, so the patient's family could do nothing but wait in the department office.

She thought for a while and asked, "Where is that patient now?" "He's in ICU. His temperature was a bit high yesterday." The nurse pursed her lips in concern.

"Let me have a look." Rachel handed her bag to the nurse and asked her to put it aside for her first.

She turned around to head toward the ICU when the nurse grabbed her arm. She shook her head slightly and said, "Rachel, forget it. Even the director avoids these things. You'd better not get involved in it. The family members are being unreasonable. If something happens, I'm afraid that you'd become their scapegoat."

Shaking her head, Rachel smiled and said, "We know about the director's medical skills. Besides, I just want to inspect him."

This kind of complication was not only related to the operation, but also affected the patient's quality of life after the operation.

She slowly walked up the stairs to fifth floor, changed into sterile clothes and mask, and entered the ICU. The patient himself pulled at the oxygen tube from his nose and lay on the bed wearing a harsh frown on his face.

Rachel walked up and took a look at the monitor beside.

Her face darkened. "Why did you take off the oxygen tube yourself?"

"Doctor, am I dying?" He placed one hand on his belly and sighed. "If I'm dying, you must tell me. Don't hide it from me. Save me from this suffering and just let me die. Don't save me."

Rachel was struck speechless. While helping him insert back the oxygen tube, she comforted him, "Don't worry. If you are dying, our hospital won't send you to the ICU.

Besides, it's just a minor operation. You don't have to be so nervous."

The patient propped himself up by pushing up from both arms against the bed. He was looking distinctly more energetic than before.

However, his mood changed in the blink of an eye. His head drooped, and he said listlessly, "Don't lie to me. I usually watch TV dramas at home.

Few people who had entered ICU made it out of it alive."

Suppressing her anger, Rachel took a few deep breaths and kept telling herself over and over that he was a patient and was understandably emotional. After a few breaths, she said slowly, "You were transferred to the ICU because your vital signs were not stable. And it would be more convenient for us to observe you twenty-four hours here."

She carefully observed the patient's expression and made sure that he was less volatile. Then, she continued, "Your last operation did not involve a major surgery as compared with those of other patients. Many patients who underwent such an operation can be discharged in less than a week. As long as you feel relieved and have a good rest, I believe that you will soon be able to leave the hospital."

After she said those words, the patient closed his eyes and said nothing.

Rachel stood aside looking at his vital signs for a long time, but she saw nothing serious.