Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 231

I had a rebellious heart, but Neil's gaze made it impossible for me to say no.

Even a stranger should lend a hand to a sick patient.

I took a few steps, holding Neil's arm and using my body as support, helping him to the ward step by step.

Neil had slimmed down a bit recently, but he was still a tall guy, and his body was not light. I was leaning a bit, but I dared not let go.

Because Neil smoked a lot, his hospital gown smelled strongly of smoke, so I couldn't help turning my head to cough a couple of times.

I lost strength in my legs accidentally, and with most of Neil's weight on me, I couldn't stand steady.

Neil seemed to anticipate that I would fall because of my distraction. He quickly let go of me and fell forward himself, but the accident still happened since I was also pulled forward by his falling force.

"Ouch…" When I fell on Neil, I heard him gasp.

I tried to scramble up in a panic, only to land my hand on his stomach. He twitched his brow and glared at me, "Are you trying to kill your ex-husband?!"

A kind-hearted nurse came over. She helped me up first, then, along with me, helped Neil, who was pale with pain, up and sent him to the ward.

I should've left then, but out of guilt, I decided to stick around and see how things were.

The nurse checked Neil, gave him some medication, and gave him some advice.

"If you don't like the hospital food, I can bring you some when I go home." The nurse said while blushing a bit.

"No need." Neil replied coldly.

The nurse left awkwardly, and seeing that Neil was okay, I decided to leave too.

Neil, lying in bed, asked me, "Are you going to worsen my condition and then leave? What if your fall and push left me with lingering effects?"

I was speechless, "Wasn't it you who asked me to help you?"

He looked at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes, "You could have refused to help me, but in the end, you made things worse, and that's your responsibility."

"Neil, don't push it. If you keep this up, even if you were dying in front of me, I wouldn't help you." I replied, frowning.

Neil managed to laugh. He turned slightly in bed, then replied, "Shouldn't you stomp on my corpse a couple of times to let out some pent-up anger?"

"I'm not you; I'm not that sick." I checked my watch, "I have things to do; you rest."

As I was about to leave, I heard Neil's shameless request, "Help me get a bowl of bolete mushroom soup."

I turned my head and saw a bowl of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside table that had been brought by Kitty.

"Just eat that one." I pointed at the bolete mushroom soup on the table and told Neil.

Neil glanced at the soup on the table and replied matter-of-factly, "It's cold. The bolete mushroom soup cools too quickly. I have a stomach problem and need to eat hot food."

He was uncooperative with medication and rest before, and now he suddenly knew that he had a stomach problem and couldn't eat cold food. I had every reason to suspect that Neil was deliberately causing me trouble.

I wouldn't indulge him, "Then don't eat it. You mess with yourself every day; a bowl of bolete mushroom soup won't make you better."

Neil asked discontentedly, "Shouldn't you compensate for the harm you just did to me?"