Chapter 475 I’ll Cure You


    Looking at the receding backs of the woman and the little girl, Bill turned around and strolled down that


    street. He noticed that the wind was alittle warmer, and the streetlights were a little brighter. And above


    him, a few stars were shining in the sky.


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    At that moment, he suddenly had an idea. He then pulled out his phone and texted the only person he


    cared about in the whole world. “I met a little girl on the road today! She’s really cute.”


    While typing, he had already imagined Joanna’s surprised look at receiving this message and how she


    wouldugh as she regained herposure.


    “Are you still working? | haven’t eaten anything yet.” Johanna responded.


    Bill smiled lightly and slipped his phone into his pocket as he reached for a cab. When he arrived at the


    hospital, he saw a thin woman sitting on the bed through the window.


    With her bony hands, she was knitting a sweater quickly and skillfully. With a delighted smile, she


    stopped and ced the sleeve on her body. Her hospital gown was too noticeable in the light.


    Otherwise, everything would have looked fantastic.


    Looking at her, Bill felt the urge to cry and then let out a cough.


    The instant Joanna realized Bill hade to see her, she rushed to put the sweater away and shouted,


    “Bill! Hello.”


    Joanna was already sitting on the bed when Bill opened the door and walked in. The sweater she was


    just knitting was tucked beneath her ‘4741 Cure You pillow, and two long, thin wooden needles


    stretched out.


    “I brought you chicken soup.” Bill pretended not to notice anything and then handed Joanna a bowl of


    soup.


    She smiled and took the box right away. As soon as she took it, Joanna noticed the scrape on his wrist.


    Frowning, she yanked on his arm and lifted his sleeve. After that, she saw more shocking bruises.


    Because Bill did nothing to the wound, the blood flowing from it stuck on his sleeve.


    Biting her lip, Joanna immediately stood up and left the room. A momentter, she returned to the


    ward, clutching the gauze she had gotten from the nurse. Then she started to treat Bill’s wounds. She


    appeared to be very skilled at cleaning his wounds. Throughout, she remained silent, her head buried


    low.


    “I was just waiting for a traffic light on the road when a car my arm.” He pretended to be distracted


    while exining, straightening her messy hair with his other hand.


    Joanna immediately stopped and asked, “Don’t you care about your own safety?”


    As she kept her head down, she didn’t realize Bill was looking at her with a gentle gaze. Joanna


    threatened him after she finished treating his wounds, “If you get hurt again, | won’t bandage your


    wounds! Next time you get injured, ask the nurses to do that!”


    “Understand.” Bill nodded as if he didn’t take her threat seriously.


    Joanna was immediately disappointed because she did not receive the response she wanted. She


    mmed the rest of the medicine and gauze into his hand, “Please return these to the nurses! By the


    way, a nurse just asked why she hadn’t seen you these days.” ‘474 VI Cure You


    It took Bill a moment to sense that Joanna was irritated. He was surprised and couldn’t figure out why


    she was angry even if he thought about it really hard. “Okay, I’ll give them back to the nurses right


    away. Why don’t you drink the soup right now?” He replied.


    As she watched him get up and leave, Joanna was enraged, not knowing why Bill still acted like he


    didn’t sense her feelings for her. In a fit of anger, she took the pillow in her hand and pped it against


    his back. To her surprise, the half-knit sweater she had hidden under the pillow fell to the floor the next


    second. And a blue ball of wool rolled to Bill’s feet.


    Bill had pretended not to notice Johanna knitting him a sweater every day for the past month or so. He


    knew, however, that he couldn’t keep pretending.


    “Is this for me?” he asked shyly, picking up the sweater.


    Joanna quickly grabbed the sweater and tucked it under the covers. Bill became embarrassed when he


    realized Joanna did not want to discuss it. The second thing he feared was dealing with an angry


    woman.


    In Joanna’s mind, as long as Bill said something sweet to her, she would admit it. However, to her


    disappointment, Bill remained silent for a long time and then walked out


    Seeing his reaction, Joanna was both angry and amused. She stopped


    being mad at him because she knew he’d never learn to understand the implication of people’s words.


    Awhileter, Bill opened the door and walked into the ward.


    “Drink the soup now. It’s starting to cool!” Saying that, Joanna picked the chicken out of her bowl and


    put it into Bill’s.


    Then, much to her surprise, she noticed something pink. When she looked up. Bill was holding a


    balloon toward her, smiling at her in a goofy way. ‘4741 Cure You


    “What is this?” She asked.


    Bill tied the balloon to her bed and told her how he saved the little girl


    on the road. “Her mother said I was a good person, and that’s the second time I’ve heard someone say


    that to me,” he murmured, staring at the pink balloon.


    Joanna stopped eating. She told Bill he was a good man because she was naive when she first met


    him. And she wouldn’t think of him that way after everything she’d been through with him. “You are a


    good person. You just did some bad things because you were young and ignorant back then,”


    She said, trying tofort him.


    “So, do you mean Itill have a chance to redeem myself?”


    Joanna didn’t answer him and remained silent while stirring the soup with her spoon. It was clear to her


    that Bill had no chance of going to heaven. He hadmitted crimes that neither morality nor thew


    could tolerate. Otherwise, it would be cruel to the people he had harmed.


    Bill embraced her tightly. He desperately neededfort, but he didn’t want Johanna to be sad for him.


    Snuggling in Bill’s firm chest, Joanna slowly told him her story, “My father used to be a big gambler.


    Later, at the casino, the debt collectors chopped off one of his hands severed and murdered my


    mother. Back then, | hated those bad people, butter, | only hated my father.”


    Bill’s T-shirt was soaked through with her tears. He assumed Joanna meant to me the bad people,


    but she did not. Instead, sheughed softly and said, “When | was in Irnd, | couldn’t sleep well every


    night because | was so worried about you. | just wanted to follow you back then, and Istill do. But | can’t


    sneak up behind you any longer. Well, you know…” Looking down, she started straightening the hem of


    her hospital gown.


    “I’ll cure you,” Bill said seriously. ATA Cure You


    “I used to believe that if someonemits a crime, they would be doomed. But you seem to be


    fortunate, and it seems that God wants to give you another chance. So, | hope you can keep on being


    a good person. | don’t care if | can be healed any longer.”


    She raised her arm, and her thin fingertips traced the balloon’s outline. Her eyes were gentle when she


    looked at the balloon


    Bill remained silent, his arm rxed on the edge of the bed. Johanna’s words had both shaken and


    touched him.


    Later on, Johanna leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep, and he felt the warmth of her breath on his


    neck. After putting Johanna to bed, he left the ward and turned off the light


    He texted as he walked wearily to the dimly lit long corridor, “I’ll go.with the second option. See you


    tomorrow at 10 a.m.”