My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 420

"Actually, I have another favor to ask of you."

Jimmy said in a deep voice. "My mother and mother-in-law are both sick and bedridden. I have to deal with my wife's funeral, so I can't take care of my son. Dr. Shen, can you do me a favor?"

Before Rachel could answer, he said anxiously, "Don't worry. I will pay you, but I'm afraid I cannot pay a high rate. After all, I..."

His face turned red, and he glanced at Rachel, who hadn't spoken a word for a long time. He continued, "I know this request is a bit difficult to fulfill, so if it's too much for you, Dr. Shen, then forget it. I'll think of something else."

After saying that, he bid her goodbye and left. Before he could go any farther, Rachel called him back.

Jimmy turned around, and his eyes lit up. "Dr. Shen, are you agreeing to my request?"

Without answering, Rachel lowered her head, opened her drawer, and took out a business card. "Jimmy, you can contact this woman. Tell her that I mentioned her to you. She may agree to a low rate." This was the most help she could give.

In the past, during her rounds in the emergency room, some children were brought into the hospital all of a sudden without any parents or guardians. Under these circumstances, they usually contact nannies who specialized in child care to help them. The business card that Rachel gave the man belonged to a nanny whom Rachel was relatively familiar with.

Jimmy took the card. "Thank you, Dr. Shen. I'll call her right away."

After he left, Rachel looked at the medical records on her right and yesterday's half-completed application report in the computer. She had planned to finish this report today and send it to the head for signing so that the grant could be disbursed immediately. Who would have thought that things would turn out that way?

As she walked to the pantry with her cup in hand, Rachel could vaguely hear her colleagues talking about this matter. Some of them complained of the woman's bad luck, while some commented on the couple's good relationship.

She poured hot water into her cup and was about to go back to her office when some of them stood in her way. A young woman asked, "Rachel, did you see that couple when you went to the ward yesterday? What did you think? Didn't they look so affectionate with each other?" "Not bad," she replied noncommittally. She did pass by them yesterday, but she wasn't exactly paying attention then.

Then another colleague patted the girl on the shoulder and giggled with a hand covering her mouth. "I heard that Rachel has a good relationship with her husband. You're asking the wrong person."

Since when did that rumor reach this hospital?

Rachel raised an eyebrow and did not answer. With an enigmatic smile, she walked around them and headed back to her office. The thought that she had been trying to suppress suddenly came to her mind again.

'Jack... How is he doing?'

In the ward, Jack glared at Michael, who lounging on the sofa and eating oranges, and asked coldly, "You really don't know what's going on with Rachel?"

He asked nearly everyone who came to visit him, but the answer was always the same.

With a pang of guilt, Michael looked down at the orange in his hand and replied casually, "How should I know?"

"Michael!" Jack roared menacingly, his voice raised by a few decibels.

Suddenly, Michael raised his head and frowned helplessly. "I really don't know! Don't say my name like that! You'd better recover soon so you could go and find her yourself."

He had no idea why Lea warned him from spilling Rachel's condition to Jack. If it weren't for Lea, then he would have told Jack everything that he knew.

Jack frowned and said in a low voice, "Call her right now."

Michael was taken aback by Jack's reversal. He was scrambling for an excuse to avoid doing Jack's order when Tracy came in and asked with a smile, "Who are you calling?"

Michael welcomed Tracy's unexpected entrance like a lifeline. He immediately offered the peeled orange to her and warmly said, "Auntie, you're here! Try this orange—it's really sweet!"

"That's okay. You go ahead and eat more."

Tracy placed a thermos on the table and turned to Jack. "I asked the maid to prepare some yam and fish soup for you today. I'll give you a bowl later."

Standing next to them, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as long as Tracy was in the room, Jack would never mention anything about Rachel.

He popped the orange into his mouth and quickly said, "Jack, Auntie, I have to deal with something in the company. I'll head back first and come see you another day." Jack lowered his long eyelashes and nodded slightly. He was even more confused than before. All of them were keeping something from him. What happened to Rachel?

He had been angry because not even once did she show up at his bedside. Now, he had started to worry about her. Unease and anxiety weighed down his mind.

After two days, Jack could get out of bed and take two steps. As long as he walked slowly, he suffered no discomfort apart from the surgery wound.

Early in the morning, he slowly got out of bed. The nurse beside him immediately stirred and woke up when she heard the noise. She quickly stepped forward to him to assist him. "Mr. Fu, are you going to the bathroom?"