Chapter 584 The Gentle Doctor
The doctor in the isolation ward hung up the phone and immediately called over a nurse to check on Michael.
"His eyes are moving a lot. Looks like he's waking up."
The nurse jotted it down in the medical log and said, "Mr. Thomas just moved his fingers a few times."
The doctor nodded, "Ms. Murphy saw it too. Let's keep a close watch."
Outside the ward, Cordelia anxiously watched Michael lying on the bed.
A bodyguard came in to report, "Ms. Murphy, Mr. Stewart is here. He's at the elevator, and we stopped him. He's not happy and brought a few bodyguards with him."
Cordelia frowned and turned around, "What's he doing here? This is the ICU, why's he causing a scene?"
The bodyguard bowed respectfully, "He said he's worried about Mr. Thomas' condition and came to visit."
Cordelia sat down, "Tell him to go back. Michael is still unconscious, no need for visitors."
The bodyguard spoke softly, "We've already told him that, but he insists on seeing Mr. Thomas himself before leaving."
The bodyguard stood there, waiting for Cordelia's instructions.
Cordelia took a deep breath, stood up, and said reluctantly, "Let's go see him."
The bodyguard followed her out of the ward.
At the elevator, Juan's bodyguards were surrounding him protectively.
The Stewart and Murphy family bodyguards were in a standoff.
Cordelia walked over with a stern face, "What's going on here? This is a hospital, not a battleground!"
The Murphy family bodyguards immediately surrounded her as she appeared.
Cordelia stood there, ready to handle the situation.
She saw Juan and suppressed her impatience, greeting him respectfully, "Mr. Stewart, what brings you here?"
Juan stepped forward, speaking with an air of authority, "Cordelia, I heard from Kirk that Michael was badly hurt by Zander. I came to see how he's doing."
Cordelia maintained a polite smile, "Mr. Stewart, Michael hasn't woken up yet. He's still under observation. The doctors and nurses aren't allowing visitors."
Juan scratched his head and frowned, "Are the doctors here so heartless? Not even allowing visits? That's just making people worry more."
He glanced at Cordelia, "What, even you, his wife, aren't allowed in?"
Cordelia kept her polite, distant smile, "Mr. Stewart, the doctors are doing this to prevent any risk of infection in the ward. Besides, Michael is still unconscious. He needs rest. Even I can only watch him from the observation room, not up close."
Juan pursed his lips, seemingly resigned, "Alright then. I'll go to the observation room."
He started walking towards Michael's ward.
Cordelia signaled with her eyes, and the bodyguards immediately stepped forward to stop him again.
"Mr. Stewart, please stay here."
Juan chuckled, "Cordelia, it seems you're determined not to let me see Michael today, right?"
Cordelia replied politely, "Mr. Stewart, it's not that I don't want you to see him. Only one family member is allowed in the observation room each day. If you go in, I can't. Please understand."
Juan chuckled, "So you're saying I'm being unreasonable, keeping a husband and wife apart."
Cordelia stood firm at the ward door, blocking the way.
Juan glanced inside and asked tentatively, "Cordelia, are you saying it's best for Michael's wife to be with him, right?"
Cordelia hesitated, sensing something off about his question but unable to pinpoint it, so she nodded, "Yes."
Juan looked at the staff in the isolation room and nodded slightly.
"Alright then. I saw Michael through the glass. I'll leave now. Aren't you going to see me off?"
Cordelia didn't move, "Mr. Stewart, take care. I need to stay with Michael, so I can't see you out."
In the isolation room, Elizabeth, now in protective gear, finally saw Michael.
Her heart ached, and she fought back tears.
Michael lay there, tubes everywhere, motionless.
Elizabeth sat in the chair, gently holding his forearm, whispering, "Michael, I'm here. I promised the kids I'd bring you home."
She warmed his arm through her gloves, massaging gently, "The IV makes your arm cold and uncomfortable, right? It's okay, I'll warm it up for you."
Michael's fingers twitched slightly. His eyes seemed to try to open.
But Elizabeth didn't notice.
She continued massaging his arm, focusing on the IV needle.
Even if his fingers moved, she might think it was just her movements causing it.
Lyanna stood beside her, whispering, "You stay here. I'll go now. Take care."
Elizabeth looked up, speaking softly through her mask, "Thank you for bringing me in. Take care. Live well. Don't be so impulsive anymore."
Lyanna didn't respond, turning and leaving silently.
Elizabeth knew Lyanna always had her own ideas, and no one could change her decisions.
She could only pray silently for her, hoping her future would be safe and smooth.
In the hallway, the Stewart family bodyguards stood by Juan, unmoving.
Their leader couldn't help but ask softly, "Mr. Stewart, are we leaving?"
Juan replied, "No rush. Let's wait here a bit and see what happens."
Since their boss said so, they waited. Whatever might happen next, the bodyguards were puzzled but it didn't matter. They just needed to follow orders and protect their master.
While Juan and Cordelia were arguing in the hallway, Lyanna had taken Elizabeth through the hospital's staff-only elevator to the ICU's staff entrance.
The hospital still had her iris recognition system, allowing them easy access to the doctors' changing room.
Elizabeth put on a large isolation gown and mask, then entered the ward.
The doctor didn't seem particularly surprised.
Since Michael's coma, Cordelia often brought in other doctors for consultations.
He was just puzzled why this consulting doctor was so gentle, as if deeply caring for the patient.
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