Chapter 327 Aftermath
It was common for people who had undergone such major surgery to be in a coma for about ten days.
But Edward was different from ordinary people. After all, he had been a special forces soldier, and his physical fitness was far superior to that of the average person, so he woke up on the fourth day.
"Edward! Edward! Edward! Edward!"
So noisy!
Edward struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, his vision gradually clearing from a blur.
The first thing he saw was Bart's face, now gaunt and unshaven.
"Edward is awake, Edward is awake!"
"Edward is awake, Edward is awake!" Bart was extremely excited, frantically pressing the bell by the bed!
Edward said, "With you shouting like that, even the dead would wake up."
Edward's eardrums buzzed, and his mind was in a fog. "Where am I?"
Bart answered, "Of course, you're in the hospital! You have no idea, you went through a major ordeal!"
Edward shouted, "Evelyn!"
Unexpectedly, Edward didn't care about his own life or death; he was solely concerned about Evelyn's safety!
The last thing he remembered was the scene of the thug attacking Evelyn with an iron rod.
He didn't know what happened afterward.
He didn't know if he had protected her. What if he hadn't? If he hadn't, he might as well be dead!
Bart quickly held him down and constantly reassured him, "She's fine! Mrs. Wellington wasn't hurt. You saved Mrs. Wellington, don't worry!"
But he still couldn't be at ease.
At that moment, medical staff and the attending physician rushed in, helping Bart to control Edward.
Edward asked, "Where's Evelyn? I need to see Evelyn!"
Edward suddenly sat up from the bed, his thin lips trembling, and his eyes instantly turned red!
His emotions seemed particularly intense.
Bart suggested, "Edward! Can we rest first? Once you're better, we can go see Mrs. Wellington."
Edward retorted, "I want to see Evelyn now, right now!"
Edward didn't know what was happening; his entire body was tense, his mind was boiling like a pot about to overflow, and his heart was pounding violently.
Just as everyone was at a loss, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly came through.
"Edward! Are you a three-year-old child? What are you fussing about!"
The room instantly fell silent.
Evelyn stood in the doorway. She furrowed her brow slightly, her expression serious.
"Mrs. Wellington!" Bart looked at Evelyn with a grin as if a savior had arrived.
"Evelyn!" Edward's eyes were filled with deep affection, but his hands trembled even more.
At that moment, Edward's head was wrapped in layers of bandages and a stabilizing net, making him look like an apple in a fruit crate. Paired with his deeply affectionate gaze, it was somewhat comical.
Evelyn lightly curled her lips, then coldly said, "Everyone, please leave. The patient needs to rest."
Her tone was more professional than the attending physician's!
The attending physician said, "Ms. Taylor, we'll leave him to you!"
The attending physician and nurses bowed respectfully to her as they retreated from the room. Ever since the news spread in the hospital that Evelyn was the "White God," these usually arrogant doctors were full of respect and admiration for her.
"Mrs. Wellington! I'll leave Edward to you!" Bart also left.
The door closed.
Seeing Edward awake, Evelyn was happy inside, but she didn't want him to see her joy, so she remained aloof.
Evelyn said coldly, "Edward, you had brain surgery. The last thing you should do is move around. If you don't behave, you might end up a fool."
Evelyn mocked with a stern face, "Blind, heartless, and brain-damaged—if that happens, don't say you know me when we meet. I can't afford to lose face like that."
Before she could finish her sentence.
Edward's tall body trembled as he got off the bed and took a few quick steps to stand in front of her!
"You."
The next second, Edward quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully.
Her vision blurred, and she crashed into his solid chest, her heart trembling and her head spinning.
"Evelyn, as long as you're okay, as long as you're okay." Edward's chin rested on her shoulder, his dry lips whispering softly in her ear.
Even though he was the one injured, he didn't care at all.
Evelyn didn't dare to touch him recklessly. With flushed cheeks, she sternly protested, "You're still sick! You can't move around. Get back to bed and rest!"
"No." Edward was stubborn, his eyes red, and his arms tightened around her delicate body once more.
Evelyn's beautiful eyes widened in surprise!
His heartbeat, why was it so fast?
His body was also very hot, muscles tense, and the tremors from his body were invading her, shaking her heartstrings.
All these reactions indicated that Edward's physical condition was somewhat abnormal!
Evelyn said, "Edward, something's wrong with you right now. Let go of me first."
Edward's heart was uncontrollably racing, his breathing erratic, and with red eyes, he lowered his head to kiss her!
He advanced step by step, and she retreated step by step.
"You just woke up and you're biting people?" Evelyn was kissed into a fluster.
Edward replied, "Only you."
After the passionate kiss, Edward felt refreshed, and that annoying sense of agitation was gone.
His eyes darkened slightly. He became more wanton and pressed her down. His fingers touched her delicate chin, "But when I bite, it doesn't hurt, right?"
"Get off, go lie back in bed!" Evelyn turned her face away, her heart now racing.
Edward retorted, "No."
"Edward, are you not even going to listen to me?" In her urgency, Evelyn blurted out.
Edward was slightly stunned, then smiled, "I'll listen, only to you. But."
As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his hot breath sprayed onto her nose, "I also need to kiss you enough first."
Before Evelyn could react, her wrists were pinned against the wall by Edward.
His warm lips once again overwhelmed her.
It took a lot of effort to break free, and by then, the sun had set.
Evelyn walked towards Paul's office with wobbly legs, her body drenched in sweat, and her eyes somewhat unfocused.
It was just a kiss. Why did it feel like they had done everything?
After knocking on the door, Evelyn walked in.
Evelyn said, "Mr. Martinez."
"Ms. Taylor, your face is so red. Are you feeling unwell?" Paul asked with concern, seeing her flushed cheeks.
Evelyn replied, "It's nothing."
Evelyn silently cursed Edward, took a deep breath, and touched her burning cheeks, "Has Edward's brain CT result come out?"
Paul answered, "It has."
Paul took the film out of the drawer and handed it to Evelyn.
Evelyn took it and examined it carefully under the light.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and her heart sank.
Paul asked, "Ms. Taylor, you see something wrong too, don't you?"
Paul's expression became more tense, "Your surgery was very successful. I can say that besides you, there are less than three people nationwide who can perform this surgery."
Evelyn said, "Successful? You think I succeeded?"
Evelyn felt a wave of tightness in her chest as she lowered her trembling hand, the CT scan images rustling softly. "In my view, leaving the patient with sequelae is a failure!"
She could endure anything, but she couldn't endure the taste of failure!
Especially when the one who suffered was Edward.
She clutched her clothes, her heart aching as if it were bleeding.
"Any doctor performing such a dangerous and high-difficulty surgery has a high chance of leaving sequelae. You mustn't blame yourself! Being able to save Edward's life is already a great fortune!" Paul gently advised, knowing how strong-willed the White God was.
"So that's why his emotions were so out of control when he saw me."
Evelyn whispered, clenching her fists in frustration, "Is there any way to treat his sequelae?"
Paul sighed, "For now, we can only use sedative-like medications to suppress it. There's no better solution.
If the patient's mindset is calm enough and emotions stable enough, it can actually suppress the episodes."
Stable emotions?
So kissing her stabilized his emotions?
Evelyn's cheeks turned red again, and she bit her lip.
Midnight, Rose Club.
In a luxurious private room, two beautiful women in sexy outfits were serving Gilbert.
The so-called service was just pouring drinks and sitting idly.
Everyone at Rose Club knew that Gilbert had a severe cleanliness obsession. Women like them trying to get close to Gilbert were courting trouble.
In the dim light, Gilbert lazily sat on the sofa, his tall body leaning back, his long neck forming an elegant line, and his profile was so exquisitely beautiful it made people hold their breath.
After the two women left, Curtis peeked in and cautiously said, "Mr. Alexander, Sarah Morgan is here."
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