Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 254

The car headed straight for the emergency department of the hospital. Soon enough, Tyler was wheeled into the operating room. My tense muscles instantly gave way and I felt like a deflated ball as I lay limply on one of the benches lining the side of the corridor.

Catching something awry, a nurse standing aside approached me and asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just need some rest." I waved my hand dismissively, gesturing for her to leave me alone.

"Alright, then. I'll get you some water. They're still trying to save the patient inside. This will take time. If you need anything else, just let me know." Perhaps it was my bulging stomach that compelled her to kindly pour me a cup of warm water.

"Thank you." I retrieved the paper cup with gratitude and took a sip of the warm water. Only then did I feel a little better.

In the blink of an eye, I had already been sitting on the bench for a little over half an hour. The adrenaline had long since gone from my body, only to be replaced by worry. I wondered why it was taking so long for Tyler to come out of the operating room.

While I was busy getting consumed by distress, the doors to the emergency room swung open and Tyler was pushed out in a hospital bed. He was still unconscious. The wounds on his face had been treated, but he still looked rather battered.

"Doctor, how is he? He’s still out cold... Is it bad?" I fired a series of questions at the doctor.

"Don’t worry, it's nothing serious. The wounds on his face may seem severe but they're merely superficial. His coma is due to the anesthesia. He’ll wake up once i t wears off. One thing to note is the chronic injury in his leg. It seems to have come back. He’ll have to get a n X-ray before we can know for sure, though."

The doctor upheld his professional ethics, holding himself back from expressing curiosity about the events that led to Tyler's injuries. He only told me about Tyler's current condition dutifully.

After thanking the doctor, I wandered off to the administration department to deal with admission paperwork.

When I returned to the ward, Tyler stirred awake. I promptly darted over to his bedside and asked, "How are you feeling? Does your leg hurt?"

His leg injury was due to a mishap when we were both kids. Some naughty children left him with a fracture, which was not treated up to today's standard of care. Despite having spent the longest time bedridden for recovery, recurrence was pretty much inevitable in his case.