As she strained to decipher their conversation, she noted Marco’s nervous repetition.
“Is she truly okay, doctor? When will shee around? Doesn’t she need specialist attention?”
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The doctor began by answering stoically, much like an automated response system. As Marco
persisted, the doctor’s responses were reduced to head nods and shakes. Eventually, he snapped, “Sir,
your girlfriend merely has a fever, she’s not critically ill. I’ve prescribed her antipyretics and hydration.
She’ll be fine.”
Marco’s worry persisted. “What should I do?”
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After a pause, the doctor advised, “Keep a close eye on her diet. And avoid letting her get soaked in
the rain…”
At this, Loraine coughed involuntarily, alerting Marco to her consciousness. He rushed to her side, a
worried inquiry on his Lips,
“How are you feeling, Loraine? Are you feeling better now?”
Before she could respond, he was already expressing his regrets.
“I’m sorry. I hurried to the hospital and forgot a few things. Is the environment unsuitable? Would you
prefer a private VIP room?”
Loraine’s eyes met Marco’s, the recent events flooding back. Coldly, she averted her gaze, not ready to
engage with him.
Seeing her impassive behavior, Marco felt a pang of disappointment.
Just then, a nurse entered the room carrying medicine, her knock disrupting the tense silence.
On noticing Marco, the nurse’s eyes bulged in surprise. Looking at
Loraine on the bed, she sped her hand over her mouth, barely concealing her shock.
“You, you, you… Oh my! The real Marco and Loraine in the flesh!”
Marco’s brows furrowed as he positioned himself between the nurse and the bed. He eyed her
suspiciously, wondering if she was mentally stable.
After a brief coughing fit, the nurse regained herposure. Her smile was as bright as ever.
“Apologies. I’m a fan of both Mr. Bryant and
Miss Torres. It’s a bit thrilling to see you two here.”
Although he’d promoted the rtionship with Loraine, Marco wasn’t familiar with their fans. Ignoring the
nurse’s excitement, he responded icily, “Could you start her infusion?”
“Of course, right away.”
As the nurse prepared Loraine’s infusion, Marco’s intense gaze made her nervous.
Once the infusion was in ce, she sighed in relief. Loraine had turned away, seemingly avoiding
Marco, who sat motionless by the bed’s edge.