On the fifth day after Izabella's surgery, she no longer needed others to take care of her, she could eat and get up by herself.
"I want to eat the Bolognese pasta from the street behind the University of R City."
The University of R City was where Izabella attended college. Not far from the back gate, there was a food street, and her favorite was a Italian place there. It wasn't because of the great taste, but because the lady boss of the shop looked quite like her mother, had a gentle temperament, and would softly call her "little girl."
Seeing Izabella always come to her shop, the lady boss would secretly give her some extra meat sauce and occasionally give her some fried chicken chunks to eat more.
"You remembered?" Brett's heart was shocked, and his pupils contracted slightly. The sudden panic made him flustered.
Izabella stared out of the window, smiling casually. "I wish I could remember. Will you tell me?"
Brett didn't answer, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Izabella hadn't regained her memory, and he feared that she would continue this topic. So, he stiffly diverted the topic. "You want to eat meat sauce noodles? There's a Italian restaurant downstairs that I see a lot of people going; I’ll get someone bring it up for you."
"Get someone?" Izabella turned around, laughing at him. "Here, only the two of us, who would you look to, the health worker? Or the doctors and nurses here? Can't you just go yourself?"
Brett hesitated for a moment, seeing the impatience in Izabella's eyes. He was afraid that she wouldn't bother with him anymore.
Going downstairs to buy something is just so close, and Izabella was sick and shouldn't go anywhere. Even if she could run, she couldn't run far, especially with the health worker watching her.
"Alright, I'll go get it for you." He knew Izabella's preferences.
Before Brett left, he reminded the health worker.
As soon as Brett left, Izabella stared blankly in a corner of the ward. She had her little world, but Brett was the invader who suddenly broke into it. He had used thorns to build a cage to lock her up and watched her struggle in it. The health worker came over to watch her at Brett's order.
"My stomach hurts."
When the health worker heard her complaining about the pain, her heart tightened. "Wait, I'll call the doctor right away."
"No need." Izabella stopped her. "It's all normal. I just can't stand the pain and need to take painkillers, but I don’t have any. Can you go to the nurse's station and get me a few painkillers?"
The nurse’s station wasn't far from here. If Izabella was going downstairs, she would have to pass through there. The health worker nodded and agreed, "Sure, I'll go to the nurse's station and get you the medicine. You lay on the bed and don't move."
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