Chapter 890 I Was Clearly Complimenting You
Zephyr thought it over and nodded. "Yeah, I've been hurt a few times this year. It's slowed me down."
Jane glanced at him, remembering he’d just gotten out of the hospital and now he was back again. A flicker of pain crossed her eyes.
"You've been through a lot; good things must be coming your way."
Zephyr joked, "Marrying a cop means I've got someone to protect me. That's some good fortune."
Jane nodded. "Yep, I'll protect you from now on."
Seeing her serious face, Zephyr couldn't help but laugh. "Jane, don't be so serious. I don't think I'm so weak I need a woman to protect me, okay?"
Jane tossed the washcloth into the basin and shot back, "Yeah, Dr. Wright, you are so amazing. You even took bullets for me. How many guys can match that bravery?"
Zephyr laughed. "Ms. Harvey, why do I sense a hint of sarcasm?"
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Look at you, you've been hurt so many times that it clouded your judgment. I was clearly praising you, and you heard mockery."
Zephyr was speechless. "Ms. Harvey, is it polite to talk to your savior like that?"
"Sorry, I was wrong," Jane admitted, playing along.
They chatted and laughed for a bit. Zephyr, still weak from surgery, needed rest.
Jane went to get some food, fed him a little, and then he lay down to sleep.
Soon, Nora and Aaron showed up.
"Jane, how is he? Has he woken up?" Nora asked.
"He woke up this morning, ate a bit, and went back to sleep," Jane replied.
Nora nodded and checked Zephyr's pulse.
After a moment, she pulled her hand back. "His pulse is weak, but he made it through. He needs plenty of rest and no overexertion."
Jane nodded. "I'll remind him. Dr. Smith, when should we start the treatment?"
"No rush, we can start after he's discharged," Nora said.
"Thank you," Jane said gratefully.
"No problem."
As they talked, Zephyr's eyelids fluttered, and he woke up.
"Dr. Wright, you're awake?" Nora greeted him with a smile.
"Dr. Smith, Mr. Gordon, thanks for coming to see me," Zephyr said, trying to sit up.
Jane quickly helped him, placing a pillow behind his back.
"Zephyr, I forgot to tell you, Dr. Smith did your surgery."
Zephyr smiled. "Just a minor surgery, and you got Dr. Smith for it?"
Nora glanced at Jane and teased, "I had no choice. Ms. Harvey was so worried about you she insisted I come personally."
Jane felt a bit awkward and cleared her throat. "It wasn't that dramatic."
Nora teased further, "Really? When I arrived, I couldn't tell whose face was paler."
Zephyr glanced at Jane, seeing a rare shy expression on her face, and felt a stir in his heart.
He took Jane's hand and said, "Dr. Smith, Mr. Gordon, I have an announcement. Jane is now my fiancée, and we'll get our marriage license as soon as we return to the States."
Nora was stunned and blurted out, "So soon?"
Realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself. "I mean, congratulations."
Forgive her. Jane had previously told her they were just pretending to be a couple.
And now, out of the blue, they were getting married.
It was quite the shock.
"I don't want to wait too long," Zephyr said, tightening his grip on Jane's hand. He teased, "I woke up to find Ms. Harvey proposing to me. How could I not quickly agree?"
Nora nearly choked on her saliva. "Jane proposed to you?"
Jane's ears turned a bit red. "Dr. Smith, you don't think proposing is just a man's job, do you?"
Nora quickly shook her head. "No, no, equality between men and women."
But Jane truly was one in a million, a unique woman.
Seeing Zephyr's gaze constantly following Jane, full of smiles, Nora smiled lightly. He had moved on from his feelings for Sandy.
"I'll go buy something," Jane said, feeling the stares from everyone. She couldn't hold up.
As soon as she left, Aaron, who had been mostly silent, made a joke. "Dr. Wright, you look quite pleased."
Zephyr laughed. "Don't worry, once we go back, I'll give her a proper proposal. Proposing should still be a man's job."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Zephyr smiled and then thought of something, asking Nora, "Dr. Smith, I think I heard you talking about giving me treatment. Why would I need extra treatment for a gunshot wound?"
Nora didn't expect him to have overheard her conversation with Jane, and her smile faltered slightly. Since Zephyr asked, Jane probably hadn't told him the truth.
"Your body is a bit weak, and the treatment will help improve the effect."
Zephyr stared at Nora for two seconds and asked, "Dr. Smith, I'm also a doctor. I know there might be some aftermath. Please tell me the truth. Has this injury caused some lasting damage to my body?"
Nora hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's nothing serious. You're fine now, aren't you?"
Zephyr took a deep breath. "Dr. Smith, I'm the patient. I have the right to know my condition. Please tell me the truth. Even if you don't say it now, I'll find out eventually."
Seeing his determination, Nora didn't hide it any longer. "Yesterday's surgery went well, but the bullet damaged your nerves, which might affect your future career as a doctor."
Zephyr's heart sank. "What kind of impact?"
Nora said, "You won't be able to stand at the operating table for long periods. Over time, your hands will start to tremble."
Zephyr frowned and slowly looked at his hands. He was a doctor, and he loved being a doctor, especially when performing complex surgeries. But those complex surgeries often took five or six hours or more. Trembling hands meant Zephyr might not be able to perform surgeries anymore. That would render him almost useless as a doctor.
"Can you treat me?" Zephyr asked urgently.
Nora hesitated. "Dr. Wright, you already have an occupational disease, so I can't guarantee it."
The hope that had just risen in Zephyr's heart slowly faded. Yes, he had an occupational disease; his hands would go numb after long surgeries. Now, with this injury, it was even worse. Therefore, his career as a doctor was likely over.
Seeing Zephyr's grim expression, Aaron chimed in, "Dr. Wright, I know you must be feeling terrible right now, but think about it. At least you're still alive. You can do fewer surgeries, switch to outpatient care, or focus on medical research."
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