Chapter 344 Jealousy Arises
Phillipe carried Abella to the master bedroom's bathroom on the second floor and set her down, "Wait for me a moment."
He turned and went to the walk-in closet, bringing back clean clothes and sanitary items.
After tearing open the packaging, he was clueless about how to use this little thing. He looked it up online.
Abella blushed when she saw it; she hadn't expected him to do it so meticulously, but hilariously, it was on backward.
"Did I put it on wrong?" Phillipe sensed her emotional shift.
"Um," Abella said softly, "it's reverse."
Phillipe looked down at the item in his hands.
"The shorter side goes in front."
"Understood.”
Phillipe peeled off the item and threw it into the trash, then stuck another one on, his movements more practiced than before.
"Do you need help changing it?"
"No!" Abella took the item from his hands and quickly shut the door, her face flushing even more fiercely.
After a while, Phillipe heard the sound of the faucet; the young miss must have finished bathing and wanted to wash the stained clothes.
Phillipe strode up and knocked on the door, "Abella, leave the clothes there, don't touch the cold water."
Abella hadn't expected he would notice that too, her cheeks, just beginning to cool from their blush, flushed hot once more.
"The hot water will wash it out quickly." At least she needed to wash away those stains. Otherwise, when Wyatt came to collect the laundry basket tomorrow, he would see.
"No need for you to wash them. Just listen to me." Phillipe said, not receiving a response, and knocked again, "Leave it there, I'll wash it later."
"I can do it."
"Come on out first."
As Phillipe continued to knock from outside, Abella had to leave her soak, open the door and the next second, she was lifted by Phillipe onto the bed.
With only Wyatt and Rufus at home, Phillipe guessed the young lady was worried that Wyatt would see these things when collecting the dirty laundry basket the next day.
Thinking this, he suddenly felt negligent; he should call for a woman to help in the care taking, as there were times when it was inconvenient for the young miss.
"Sit for a while." Phillipe placed a pillow behind her and tucked her in with the blanket, then fetched her a hot water bottle.
It had been heated by Phillipe while Abella bathed, now at just the right temperature.
"Place this on your lower abdomen to keep it warm."
Seeing her lips a shade paler, Phillipe said softly, "Wait for me a moment."
At this hour, Wyatt had already retired to rest. Phillipe brewed a pre-purchased bag of black tea, bringing it over to Abella.
"It's not too hot; it's just right to drink."
Abella realized he must have done his research in advance, seeing how attentive he was.
"Is it too sweet?" Phillipe asked gently as she took a sip.
"It's fine."
"I'll try it." Phillipe took a light sip from the cup she had drunk from, his brow furrowing slightly, "Is this the usual flavor of black tea?"
"Yes."
What else could it be? What other taste??
"Can you bear to drink it?" Phillipe asked with concern, "If it's not good, then don't force yourself."
"It's alright."
Phillipe saw her extend her graceful swan neck, drinking mouthful by mouthful until the cup was empty. His heart ached even more for her.
Having her period was already uncomfortable and now she had to drink this, it was distressing.
He decided to take a look later at which manufacturer produced it and see if it could be improved. He couldn't allow his treasure to suffer.
After she finished drinking, Phillipe took the cup from her and set it aside, asking softly, "Why aren't you using the hot water bottle? Is it cold, or too hot?"
"It's a bit heavy; pressing down feels uncomfortable."
"Then let me warm you up." Phillipe touched her lower abdomen gently with his hand, "Does this feel any better?"
Abella wanted to say his hand was too cold, not as warm as the hot water bottle, but seeing his intentions, she nodded her head at last.
Her expression did not escape Phillipe's discerning eyes. Sensing something, he placed his own hand on his stomach. Through the clothes, the warmth of his palm was indeed insufficient.
He picked up the hot water bag again, warmed his hands with it, and then placed his hands back on Abella's lower abdomen.
"Does this feel better than before?"
As he earnestly sought her response, something warmed within Abella.
With just one expression, one glance, he immediately caught on, understanding what she meant.
"Yes, much better than before." Abella lifted a smile.
"I also have some medicine; the doctor said I could take it when the pain gets too intense."
Just then, Abella's cell phone vibrated. Phillipe rose and said, "I'll get it."
The screen flickered; it was Dr. Smith calling.
Seeing the name, Phillipe hesitated for a moment. Why was this guy calling Abella at such a late hour? Did he think she was still at school?
Abella noticed a touch of jealousy as Phillipe handed her the phone, and seeing the caller ID, she couldn't help but chuckle.
She slid to answer the call in front of Phillipe.
"Abella, are you busy?" came Dr. Smith's concerned voice from the other end, "Is the military training tiring you out lately?"
"I'm managing," said Abella, watching Phillipe's expression and instantly finding it more amusing. "Did you need something?"
"A complicated case just arrived at the hospital. Could you come over and take a look?"
"Now?"
The moment Abella uttered that, Phillipe's gaze turned sharp with warning. At this late hour, she dared to think of going on a date? She'd better not try it.
"Are you available at the moment? The patient is experiencing headaches, dizziness, facial droop, and weakness on the left side. Upon examination, we found plaque deep within the middle cerebral artery, as well as two aneurysms on the verge of rupture."
Abella grasped the gravity of the situation. Plaque and aneurysms, either occurrence was enough to cause disability or be fatal. When both occurred together, there was a high risk of a hemorrhagic stroke combined with an ischemic stroke.
"The problem is, there's severe stenosis in the M1 segment of the right middle cerebral artery along with narrowing in the M2 branches. Despite intensive medical therapy, the cerebral infarction keeps reoccurring. Interventional treatments are challenging and high-risk, with stents having poor long-term effects."
Dr. Smith on the other end of the line was unaware of Phillipe's jealousy reaching the heavens as he continued discussing the patient's condition, "We now must consider extracranial-intracranial vascular reconstruction to improve cerebral ischeAurora and reduce the risks of serious cerebral infarction."
Phillipe, oblivious to their conversation, only noticed that Dr. Smith talked at length and that Abella had no intention of hanging up. He played with her hand, looking somewhat displeased.
Abella knew that to clear the occluded cerebral vessels and reconstruct the cerebral blood flow, one must first manually remove the vascular plaque, a procedure of extreme difficulty.
The M2 segment is deep within the lateral sulcus of the brain, providing limited space for surgery; roughly the size of a finger.
Moreover, the middle cerebral artery has a diameter of less than 3 millimeters. To completely remove the plaque and suture the vessel, microvascular surgery under magnification of over ten times is necessary, placing extremely high demands on the surgeon's microsurgical technique and equipment.
Clearly, no one at the hospital was capable of that. The risks would indeed be high if Dr. Smith were to proceed alone.
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