I smiled bitterly and slowly stood up, clutching my aching stomach as I went to the hospital.
When the attending doctor saw my bruised and battered state, he couldn't help but scold me, "Why aren't you taking better care of yourself? After the transplant, you've already developed an inflammatory response and your heart is overworked. Why aren't you resting in bed properly?"
The doctor immediately wrote me a list of medical procedures and told me to get checked out.
I was gripping a stack of medical reports as I made my way to the third floor when two familiar figures suddenly came into view.
I found myself automatically following them into the hospital room, watching as Hudson carefully helped her lie down.
"Hudson, back then you deliberately faked a car accident to trap Rebecca into donating her kidney to you, then kept delaying our wedding date. You won't scheme against me like that in the future, will you?"