Chapter 40: Stitching Without Anesthesia
Without administering any anesthesia and having to sew over sixty stitches, even a seasoned doctor like Karida couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Elsa.
Elsa remained silent with her pale face in Luke's arms, cold sweat soaking through her T-shirt, her damp hair against her face.
Luke had initially intended to restrain Elsa to prevent her from struggling, but she was surprisingly compliant, not moving at all.
Elsa watched Karida insert and withdraw the surgical needle without any expression. Seeing the needle pierce through the skin, her hollow gaze even momentarily brightened?
Uncertain if he had seen it clearly, Luke quickly covered Elsa's eyes with one hand.
" Don't watch," he said.
On this night, he was enveloped in fear of losing this woman, feeling restless.
Her eyelashes trembled in his palm, slightly tickling him.
After finishing the stitches, Elsa seemed to have exhausted all her patience and collapsed in Luke's arms.
"She needs a sedative." A nurse came over with a prepared medication and started an IV drip for Elsa.
She lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the slowly dripping medication, soon drifting off to sleep.
"What medication did you give her?" Luke asked.
"It's a sedative. Elsa's condition seems like a relapse of depression." Karida urgently contacted the head of the hospital's neurology department, who remotely directed the medication and was now on the way.
"Elsa has depression?" This was something his subordinates had failed to uncover. Why hadn't anyone informed him of such an important matter?
"When we were creating her medical record, we found out that she had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists at the beginning of the year. And she was treated at our hospital." Karida found Elsa intelligent and intriguing, with a hint of cunning. Her personality was intense, but even so, the ease with which she attempted suicide was unexpected.
"However, this time she avoided the arteries with each cut. Maybe she was trying her utmost best to force herself not to commit suicide. If you had arrived any later, the consequences could have been dire."
"Are you in pain? Does living cause you pain?" Luke sighed heavily as he looked at the sleeping Elsa.
From childhood to adulthood, he enjoyed contemplating and carefully grasping everything he desired. However, the woman before him left him flustered.
If he had been even a step later, the consequences would have been unbearable. The thought weighed heavily on Luke's mind.
The head of the psychology department at Valley of Hope Hospital, Lily Roberts, was experienced in this field. When she arrived, Elsa was still asleep. Lily was taken aback when she saw her: "She relapsed again?"
Again?
Luke and Karida both looked at him. "Do you know her?"
"Miss Miller had undergone psychological therapy with me at the beginning of the year, but the costs were too high, so once her symptoms improved, she did not continue." Lily did not disclose the specific symptoms of her issues.
She considered it Elsa's private matters, requiring her permission to reveal.
"Are you related to her?" Lily asked Luke.
"I'm her husband," Luke replied matter-of-factly, even though they were not legally married.
Lily nodded. "There must have been something that triggered her depression, causing her to dwell on some sad thoughts."
Elsa was still wearing the clothes she had left the hospital in that day. Judging by her appearance, she must have fallen ill shortly after returning home.
Luke held her tightly, sighing deeply.
"Why is your state of mind so poor?" He looked at Elsa's uneasy sleeping face, feeling very unsettled.
He needed to marry her quickly, to prevent her from attempting suicide in a place he couldn't see her. This was the only way he could ease his own mind.
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