Hurry, the ventilator, get him to the emergency room immediately!
When Ethan heard Emily suddenly fall silent, an inexplicable sense of panic rose within him. This woman was dangerous, unlike the young nurse from yesterday.
With Emily around, who knew what she could come up with.
Emily's gaze was fixed on a small spot on the bedsheet. She reached out, touched it, and found it slightly hard but still clean, without any dust—it hadn't been there long.
She lowered her head and sniffed, detecting a lingering fishy smell.
Ethan was now completely uneasy. Lying down, he couldn't see what Emily was doing,he just saw her suddenly lean over the lower half of the bed.
What on earth did this woman want to do?
"Ethan, are you nervous?" Emily lifted her head again, her eyes playful, staring straight into his.
"?" Ethan pursed his lips, mocking me because I can't speak, right?
"Last night in my dream, you could talk." Emily's beautiful eyes curved into crescents: "There were only two of us in the dream."
"..." Ethan was surprised,she actually wished he could talk. Wasn't she afraid he'd spill everything she had been saying these days?
On second thought, if he really said that beneath her pure and beautiful exterior, she was a pervert, he'd probably be the one labeled as a pervert.
"In the dream, we were this open with each other." Emily grasped his palm, her hands clasping together, resting in his palm.
Her fingers were slender, her palms soft and tender, rubbing against the back of Ethan's hand.
"In the whole world, it was just the two of us, only each other. Isn't that something to long for?" Emily's smile was gentle: "In the dream, I had a knife, you know, the kind used for boning."
"..." Ethan had a moment just now where he actually thought Emily might be a decent person.
After Emily finished speaking, she watched his reaction, watched the change in his eyes, a slight smile curling her lips. She leaned down, close to his ear: "I dreamed I stabbed you with the knife, and you kept screaming in agony, but your body couldn't move, you could only let me torment you~"
Ethan remained silent, but being paralyzed and unable to speak, when everyone thinks you can't reveal secrets anymore, you see another side of the world.
"I put my knife all the way into your mouth." Emily looked into his eyes, gently narrating her dream.
...
Blair leaned against the door frame, her brow slightly furrowed. She noticed that the nurses were coming and going more frequently today—perhaps Ethan's condition had worsened.
Emily walked out of the ward, smiling, her body relaxed.
"Thank you."
"Blair, you don't need to thank me. Talking to Ethan is also a way for me to relieve stress," Emily explained gently. "Keeping things bottled up for too long affects normal life, and I'm happy to share with Ethan."
As she spoke, her gaze flicked to a nurse entering the ward: "By the way, Ethan will need someone to take care of him at night, right? Is it very hard?"
"Yes, my mom occasionally stays here overnight," Blair explained. "But most of the time, it's the duty nurses who help take care of him."
"It must be hard on your aunt." Emily suddenly clasped her hands together: "Maybe I could try taking care of Ethan occasionally?"
"Ah?" Blair was taken aback. It was already extremely kind of Emily to visit Ethan, but offering to care for him at night went beyond mere help.
Emily turned her head, looking into the ward at Ethan, her gaze deep: "He's an important classmate of ours, and I hope to do what I can."
She then looked at Blair: "Besides, we're friends, aren't we?"
"I'll discuss it with my mom first," Blair nodded, not agreeing immediately.
"By the way, I've already obtained special admission status, so don't worry about it affecting my studies," Emily winked at Blair, smiled, and then left.
After turning the corner, Emily didn't head downstairs to leave,instead, she turned around and, following the hospital's layout map, found the nurse's station.
"Hello, can I help you?" A middle-aged nurse stood up in the duty room, looking at the pretty and well-mannered girl in front of her.
"Sorry to disturb you." Emily smiled politely. "I'm a family member of the patient in room 3-45. Could you help me find out who was the nurse on duty last night?"
"Oh, sure, just a moment." The nurse didn't suspect anything,it was quite normal for family members to inquire about the duty nurses. Different patients sometimes had special needs, like needing assistance moving if they had injuries: "Last night, Ella was responsible for room 3-45, she's in..."
Meanwhile, Ella, carrying freshly changed bed linens, came face to face with a beautiful girl in a school uniform.
A flash of envy crossed her eyes. Such a beautiful and well-mannered girl clearly came from a wealthy family, born a winner, unlike herself who had to work hard.
"Are you Nurse Ella?" Emily suddenly asked with a smile.
"Ah?" Ella was startled, then nodded, "Hello, yes, I am."
"I'm Ethan's girlfriend." Emily placed her hand on her chest, her eyes intently fixed on her.
Ella shivered, remembering what she had done to Ethan last night, and now seeing this beautiful young girl, she felt overwhelmed, thinking about how such a beautiful girlfriend he had despite being paralyzed.
A flash of panic crossed her face, and she averted her eyes, "Is there something you need?"
Emily quietly watched her, and as the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, she suddenly smiled and said gently, "Ethan must have been a lot of trouble for you."
Ella relaxed a bit at these words, fearing for a moment that what she had done last night had been discovered: "It's my duty."
Emily maintained her smile as she walked past her.
Later that night, in the ward.
Tonight, Scarlett was on night duty. She looked slightly tired but was still diligently studying from a workbook. In Freeland, becoming a teacher at a private school required passing the school's specific exams.
Her goal was to work at the school she was currently at.
Ethan lay in bed, sneakily watching his aunt, who looked beautiful as she studied.
He always thought his aunt's beauty was enough for her to be an idol or a movie star.
She had been taking care of Blair since she was sixteen, and perhaps that was why he loved her.
In the deep of the night.
Scarlett put down her study materials, stood up, and stretched. She walked over to Ethan's bed to tuck him in, "Ethan, feeling sleepy?"
After speaking, she bent down to adjust the medical bed from a reclining to a flat position.
Ethan took the opportunity to sneak a peek at his aunt's long legs in black stockings.
She had explained everything yesterday, so did she really understand?
"I've started reapplying to become a teacher," Scarlett said, lifting her head to look at him with a confident smile. "Ethan, I will definitely become a teacher, so you have to keep up too."
"?" Ethan was startled, his eyes catching a glimpse of a magazine on the desk. Suddenly, he realized his aunt had misunderstood.
His mission involved her wearing black stockings.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his heart.
His vision darkened once again.
"Nurse! Nurse!"
A cacophony filled his ears.
"Quick, get the ventilator, rush him to the emergency room!"