Chapter 312 He Knelt on One Knee
In the early hours of the morning, Clint escorted the doctor into the room, only to be met with an empty bed. Just as he was about to call for a search, he noticed a tall figure, dressed in a hospital gown, at the side.
"Anthony, you..." Clint started, but he was silenced by Anthony's piercing gaze and the sight of Jane sleeping peacefully in the adjacent bed. He understood Anthony’s meaning immediately; they should not disturb her sleep.
Anthony then gently adjusted Jane's blanket, shared a look with his subordinate and the doctor, and led them out of the ward before carefully closing the door behind him.
The doctor was rendered speechless. ‘Isn’t that young woman supposed to look after the patient? Why is the patient looking after her instead?’
Having dealt with Anthony before, the doctor had come to understand the habits of young people these days. They often neglected their health, only to regret it twenty years later when the pain set in.
"Why is she here?" Anthony, showing no concern for his own health, asked Clint.
"Jane accompanied us to the hospital last night," Clint explained.
"That’s not what I’m asking," Anthony interjected, his expression stern, "Did you call her?"
"Yes... I’m sorry, Anthony." Clint looked down, remembering Anthony's explicit instructions not to contact Jane while Anthony was still conscious.
Anthony, unable to let the matter go, continued to ask, “You let her sleep on that bed?”
In the past, Jane always moved around restlessly when she slept. She could even fall off a double bed, let alone a single bed.
Last night, Anthony had remained vigilant by Jane's side to prevent her from tumbling to the floor.
However, it seemed like she had changed over the past two years. She was no longer the girl who slept restlessly, tossing and turning. Anthony wondered how many falls it took before she changed her sleeping habits.
"I couldn’t convince her to leave your side. So after your fever broke, I could only persuade her to rest on the adjacent bed for a while,” Clint explained earnestly.
At this moment, the doctor, clearly impatient after waiting for so long, asked with a hint of irritation, “Are you done with your discussion?”
"I’m sorry, Doctor," Clint responded swiftly.
The doctor gestured for Anthony to return to the room again, but Anthony said, “We can talk here. We’ll disturb her sleep if we go in.”
The doctor was so annoyed that he nearly rolled his eyes. He briefly examined Anthony and discussed further tests, such as a lumbar puncture, before he left unhappily.
…
Jane did not awaken until nearly ten in the morning. The stress from the previous night had taken its toll, and she had struggled with severe insomnia; she only managed to fall asleep around three. Upon waking, it took her a moment to fully open her eyes and orient herself.
As she slowly came to, Jane found herself wondering about her surroundings. The sight of the unoccupied and messy hospital bed immediately alarmed her. Anthony was known for making his bed with military precision, but now, not only was the bed messy, but he was also missing.
"Anthony? Where are you, Anthony?" she called out.
After a quick check in the bathroom revealed no one, Jane rushed to open the ward door. The room was situated on the VIP floor, so it was not bustling with people. Hence, when Jane emerged, the on-duty nurses and a few visiting relatives turned their eyes toward her in curiosity.
‘What’s wrong with this girl? Why is she walking around barefoot in such a state?’
While Jane was still in a daze, a nurse on duty spotted Anthony, dressed in a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, walking out of the elevator with Clint behind him, carrying a medical report.
“Sir, your friend is awake.”
This was Jane's first time seeing Anthony dressed in a hospital gown. There was something about such a powerful and masculine man wearing a hospital gown that captivated her, making her unable to look away.
In the brief seconds that Jane stood there, stunned, Anthony quickly closed the distance between them with large strides. As swift as the wind, he was before her. His expression was slightly reproachful as he asked, “Why aren’t you wearing your shoes?”
As he spoke, he gently lifted her by her waist and placed her bare feet onto his.
Jane gazed at him silently.
Interpreting her silence as dissatisfaction, Anthony said softly, “The floor is cold. Don’t forget to wear shoes next time. It’s okay to go barefoot in the summer. Are you hungry?”
After a moment of silence, Jane finally found her voice, saying, “Let me go.”
She looked at Anthony with a hint of resistance and doubt, wondering to herself, ‘When did he become so gentle and nice? It’s my first time seeing him so affectionate.’
The scene captivated onlookers, who found themselves unable to look away from the striking pair.
With a decisive movement, Anthony lifted Jane, one arm securely around her legs, the other supporting her back, and carried her back to his ward. The door closed behind them with a definitive thud, isolating them from the outside world.
…
"Is she the girlfriend of patient V1708?" a nurse whispered curiously to her colleague, "I always thought that the patient was distant and cold. I didn’t expect him to be so caring. I’m so envious!”
"Me too!" her colleague responded, her face alight with jealousy.
Meanwhile, Clint was dumbfounded.
‘When did Anthony and Jane make up? What happened between them yesterday night?’
"Anthony, let me go!"
Jane's muffled protest could be heard through the closed door, momentarily pulling Clint back from his thoughts.
…
Back in the ward.
Jane struggled, but Anthony was undeterred as he carefully placed her on the wide hospital bed. Just as she was about to scold him and drive him away, she saw the tall and proud man slowly crouching down in front of her. Seated on the bed, she looked down at him kneeling on the floor.
“Jane, we’ve gotten back together,” Anthony stated.
“What do you mean?”
Jane's expression was one of confusion mixed with a trace of fear. Getting back together with Anthony was something she longed for, but her conscience also prevented her from doing so.
"Jane…" Anthony met her gaze, his voice steady as he said, "We got back together last night."
"Last night?" Jane's laugh was tinged with scorn as she said, "You’re really shameless. How can you unilaterally decide that? You seemed to have misunderstood something. I didn’t come to reconcile with you, Anthony. Clint begged for my help. That was the only reason I came to you.”
Anthony, who had become well accustomed to her biting remarks, ignored her words. He took her hand and said firmly, “You agreed last night.”
"That's impossible!" Jane's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could I possibly agree to such a thing?"
"You spoke in your sleep and woke me up. You said we should get back together, and I agreed," Anthony said confidently with a straight face.
Faced with Anthony’s firm conviction, Jane began to doubt herself.
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