Chapter 956 Mind Your Own Business
Dash assured Lyra he'd either convince Dr. Adams or, at the very least, make sure her paper got through.
Lyra was really grateful.
But she was even more thankful to Jeffery, who had given her the chance to meet Dash in person.
On the way back, Lyra wondered what she could get for him.
Jeffery seemed to have everything.
She thought and thought, but couldn't decide.
Just then, Lyra got an urgent call from Jeffery. "Have you left Professor Edwards' place yet?"
"Yeah, I left already. What's up?" She could hear the urgency in his voice.
"I've got an emergency and had to leave for a consultation, but the nursing home just called. Clara tried to hang herself. She should be in the ER by now."
"What!"
Lyra gripped her phone tightly and rushed to the hospital without another word.
When she arrived, Clara had just been brought in.
The oxygen deprivation had caused severe internal bleeding.
Lyra immediately began emergency treatment.
After an hour and a half, she finally managed to save Clara. She then stayed by her bedside for another two hours. It was seven in the evening when Clara finally woke up.
Lyra, exhausted, didn't even have time to take a sip of water before asking hoarsely, "How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"
The consequences of oxygen deprivation were severe. Without oxygen, a person could experience breathing difficulties, organ failure, and even brain death within half an hour.
Fortunately, Clara had been found in time.
Otherwise, if she had suffered brain death, there would have been no saving her.
Clara shook her head.
Lyra saw the bruises on her neck, marks left by the rope.
The bruises hadn't faded, indicating how tightly the rope had been.
Seeing this, Lyra felt nothing but heartache.
Their time together over the past week hadn't been in vain.
"Why did you suddenly lose hope? Weren't you doing fine before?" Lyra asked gently.
Clara remained silent.
Lyra had many questions, but seeing the pale girl, she couldn't bring herself to ask. "Never mind, I won't ask. We'll talk when you're better."
"For now, let's not think about anything else. Just focus on getting better..."
"My mom said my brother is sick and needs a bone marrow transplant from me. It's a long process, and I don't want to do it. Lyra, do you think I'm wrong?"
Lyra was taken aback and immediately replied, "No, you're not wrong."
The girl's eyes were devoid of light. "Really? But I told my mom that if I had known this, I wouldn't have been born."
"I didn't know how to face her, so I chose to hang myself. I thought I could give my life back to her."
Lyra's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly.
This feeling peaked when the girl looked at her and said, "Lyra, you shouldn't have saved me."
Jeffery arrived at the hospital half an hour later.
He looked tired and hurried as he made his way to the ward.
When he was almost there, he stopped.
The hallway lights flickered, and on a bench sat a lone figure, hands in pockets, staring at the faulty light above.
The flickering light cast shadows on her face, making her expression hard to read.
"Why are you sitting here alone?" Jeffery asked, draping a jacket over her shoulders.
Lyra didn't resist.
The scent was too familiar; she didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Of course, there was another reason she didn't want to turn around.
She was in a bad mood.
Lyra tugged at the jacket. "I was just thinking about something I heard once."
Jeffery stayed silent.
But she knew he was waiting for her to continue.
"Hospitals hear more prayers than churches. I didn't get it before, but now, being in the thick of it, I do." Lyra's voice was filled with endless melancholy and sighs.
Jeffery's heart tightened.
He instinctively hugged her.
Both of them were momentarily stunned by the gesture.
But Jeffery didn't let go, and neither did Lyra. They simply remained silent for a moment, then both relaxed.
The thin barrier between them seemed to disappear.
Lyra poured out her thoughts. "I've felt this way for a long time, but today it really hit me."
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a hypocrite. I feel sympathy for those who suffer, but I can't help them. It's just mental pity."
"No, you're not. You're a kind person," Jeffery said.
"Don't doubt yourself. You've done all you can."
The hospital hallway was very quiet.
Lyra lowered her head, leaning against him for a moment, drawing comfort from his warmth.
The next day, Lyra was back to her usual self.
Working in a hospital, seeing so much misfortune, sometimes led to feelings of sadness and pessimism.
But she wasn't one to let herself sink.
So she quickly snapped out of it. After all, only by working hard could she truly help those in need.
She still had a lot of work to do.
But for Clara, the patient she was personally handling, she made sure to spend at least an hour with her every day.
It was both to counsel her and to prevent any further suicidal thoughts.
Even in a nursing home with 24-hour supervision, Clara had found a moment when the nurse was eating to sneak into the bathroom and hang herself. There was no telling what else she might do.
This approach was effective.
Under Lyra's constant care, Clara's complexion gradually improved, and her eyes regained their sparkle, unlike when she first arrived at the hospital, lifeless and dull.
Seeing this, Lyra was genuinely happy.
But it seemed someone always wanted to ruin her happiness.
"All we asked was for you to help your brother. If you didn't want to, fine, but you ended up in the hospital. Do you know how embarrassing this is? My own daughter tried to kill herself. Do you know what a scandal this is for your father?"
"He's now being recommended for suspension by the board, and it's all your fault! You tell me, being so useless, why don't you just die?"
Unbelievable!
Lyra pushed the door open.
"Ma'am, this is a hospital, not a place for you to throw tantrums, especially not at my patient. She doesn't need your criticism," Lyra said coldly.
It was the same woman from before.
Delilah, seeing Lyra, paused for a moment before speaking harshly, "Who are you to interfere? As her mother, I have every right to discipline my daughter. Mind your own business."
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