Chapter 1887


    "Oh man, Lydia might have gotten the wrong idea. This could be a huge misunderstanding," Ethan muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the situation.


    He quickly called out to the room, "ric, man, you''re sick, and I was just trying to help by getting a doctor. And now you''re giving me grief?"


    It was his roundabout way of clearing the air, stressing that ric''s illness wasn''t his doing.


    "Ethan,e on, dude. I bust my butt every day for you, and you hit me with this cold talk. Have you got no heart for me anymore? Cough, cough..." ric, delirious from the fever, starving and miserable, had been lying in bed waiting for Ethan toe back for what felt like forever.


    His feelings of neglect were mounting.


    After years of being tight as brothers, Ethan wouldn''t just leave him in the lurch, would he?


    Thinking about their long-standing friendship only made him feel worse.


    ric''s heart was a wastnd of disappointment.


    His words couldn''t help but get a bit dramatic.


    Ethan felt a wave of embarrassment. ric''s usations were getting more outrageous by the minute.


    With no clear exnation in sight, he stepped aside to let Lydia enter the room first.


    As Lydia passed him, she shot him a look filled with amusement andughter.


    She didn''t say anything, just walked straight into the room.


    Ethan, on the other hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught in a misunderstanding. This was just his luck. Lydia was already by ric''s bedside, asking, "What''s making you feel so awful?"


    The moment ric opened his eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke''s apprentice! Ethan, you actually got her toe!"Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    "Cut the chatter, what''s actually wrong with you?" Lydia wasn''t interested in anything beyond his symptoms.


    "I feel terrible all over, anxious, feverish, my stomach''s growling but I can''t eat..." After a day and a night of fever, ric felt close to death. Seeing the doctor, he felt like he had seen a lifeline and was eager to exin his condition.


    Lydia took a thermometer out of her medical bag and handed it to him, "Check your temperature first."


    That''s when Ethan walked in. He said to Lydia, "He''s just been fighting with Hertha, and then he fell sick. Sounds like lovesickness to me. A case of needing heart medicine for a heart problem, right?"


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    Ethan was trying to make sure Lydia understood ric''s sickness stemmed from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan had done. He was aiming to clear up the earlier misunderstanding.


    Lydia shot him a disdainful nce, "I''m talking to the patient, not you."


    Ethan mped his mouth shut, not uttering another word.


    With the thermometer tucked under his arm, ric turned to find Ethan looking all bruised up, "Ethan, what happened to you, man? You look like you''ve been in a brawl."


    Ethan replied with a mix of frustration and self-pity, "All thanks to our esteemed doctor here..."


    "Oh? You got beef with Lydia now?" ric couldn''t resist a bit of gossip.


    "It''s nothing. Just focus on taking your temperature and let me know the result," Lydia interjected before leaving the room.


    ric gave Ethan a look, signaling him toe closer.


    Ethan approached the bedside, and ric whispered, "What did you do to get on her bad side?"


    Thinking about it just irritated Ethan


    even more, and he couldn''t help but push ric lightly, saying, "It''s all because of you! You''ve got me into a whole heap of trouble!"


    "Me? Really?" ric was genuinely surprised.