Chapter 231 Why Are You Following Me Around?


    However, James didn’t cast another nce at the ward, pulled her straight to the doctor and asked the


    doctor to treat the wound on her face.


    When it was done, James grabbed her hand silently and walked out.


    Ang frowned and shook his hand off. "Are you sure you won’t regret doing this?"


    "Why should I?" James looked down at the swollen palm print on her cheek and asked, "Who did that,


    grandpa or Felix’s men?"


    Ang’s brows puckered in a frown and she said in a serious tone, "You don’t have to do this."


    After a pause, she added, "I can’t forgive you."


    "You must be tired after a long and busy day, right?" Dejection shed across James’s eyes, but he


    recovered his usualposure soon. "Let’s go."


    He stretched out his hand to grab her.


    Ang jerked back to avoid his touch. "I have to see the doctor for my leg. You can go back now."


    After that, she walked to the other end of the corridor.


    James pinched his lips, brushed his messy hair from running with his hand and followed behind her


    step by step.


    It was just an excuse. Ang went to see the doctor about her leg, because she just didn’t want to be


    with James.


    Now he was following closely behind her. Finally, Ang frowned and couldn’t resist asking, "Why are


    you following me around?"


    "To be with you." Ang’s figure was reflected in James’ pupils. His dark eyes were like a bottomless


    abyss, drawing her in.


    Ang was not used to being watched by him like this. She dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze, and


    said in a gentle tone, but she still didn’t sound very friendly, "No, thanks. Just go back. I’ll go back after


    Dr. Rnd examines my leg."


    James didn’t move, his eyes fixing on her.


    Seeing that, Ang frowned.


    "You would rather work with grandpa than stay with me, and how can I believe you won’t go back


    Ang puckered her lips with a gloomy face and said nothing. Then she turned around and walked in


    the opposite direction.


    Following behind her, James took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders. However, the white shirt


    inside was almost soaked, sticking to his body.


    Seeing that Ang was about to shrug the suit off, James added, "Catching cold may cause a rpse


    of pulmonary edema. I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to make yourself suffer."


    Ang nced at the suit draping over her body, then at the two distinct red dots on his chest. She


    frowned, but said nothing more.


    The two of them went into Rnd’s office.


    Besides Rnd, there was a beautifuldy in patient uniform in the office. Ang remembered she had


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    seen this beautiful woman before. Rnd had called her Miss Mna at that time, and she was a


    dancer.


    Seeing that Ang hade, Rnd nodded to greet her, pointed at the chairs aside, and signaled


    her and James to wait for a while.


    Since Ang had been busy most of the day with her nerves on edge, she was exhausted now, both


    physically and emotionally, so she walked straight to the chair and sat down.


    James didn’t seem to be in a good mental state either, but he didn’t sit down. Instead, he stood next to


    her, his eyes fixing on her.


    When James had arrived at the scene of the ident, Ang was nowhere to be seen, while the man


    on the passenger seat had died of excessive blood loss before the ambnce arrived.


    James couldn’t imagine if Ang was on the passenger seat. He clenched his fists, and the color of his


    face changed.


    Ang didn’t feelfortable being stared by James. "There’s a chair. You may sit over there."


    James caught a glimpse of the chair, moved it to her side, sat down, and went on watching her.


    "Dr. Rnd," Miss Mna looked shy. "I identally cut my leg while dancing. How long do you think I


    should stay in the hospital?"


    Rnd drew back his gaze from Ang and James, sighed and answered, "Luckily, you came in time."


    When Miss Mna heard it, the shyness on her face turned into shock instantly. "How… how’s my


    wound?"


    "If you came a littleter, the wound would heal up," Rnd said.


    Miss Mna blushed immediately, mumbling something to herself.


    "Don’te to the hospital again if not necessary, Miss Mna." Rnd looked a little cold. "There are


    many patients lining up outside, waiting for medical treatment and hospitalization right now. You’re


    wasting medical resource by doing this!"


    Miss Mna was just a girl in her early 20s and seemed young and naive. Now that she was rebuked


    by Rnd, she was so ashamed that her eyes turned red and tears kept streaming down.


    "I’m… I’m sorry," Miss Mna made an apology awkwardly and went out, wiping away her tears.


    Ang watched her running away. It suddenly urred to her that she used to pester and follow


    James all the time. However, she was a cheeky girl, and she always ended up with James agreeing to


    her demands with a darkened face and then warning her that it was thest time.


    "How’s your leg recently, Miss Ang?" Rnd stood up, walked up to Ang, squatted down and


    lifted her skirt up.


    Watching his movements, James knit his brows slightly and got to his feet subconsciously. After that,


    he sat down again under Ang and Rnd’s gaze.


    "Not bad," thinking of what Rnd had just said to Miss Mna, Ang replied, "It has just been five


    days since you checked my legst time. I got the time wrong. Please see other patients, Dr. Rnd.


    I’lle again the day after tomorrow."


    When Ang faked a rpse of pulmonary edema at that time, Dr. Chandler, her attending doctor, as


    well as those nursesing to her rescue, was very angry, saying that she was wasting the medical


    resource.


    Ang stood up and was about to leave, but Rnd kept her down. "Since you are here, Miss Ang,


    we can check it today."


    "Will I mess up your schedule, Dr. Rnd?" Ang asked.


    Rnd looked up and smiled at her, two deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. "No."


    James watched the two of them talking andughing, his eyshes fluttering, and he asked


    indifferently, "How do you think about the recovery of my girlfriend’s leg injury, Dr. Rnd?"


    Seeing Rnd’s hands running over Ang’s leg, James ced his hand on the armrest, his fingers


    tapping.


    "It’s just a primary survey just now, and her leg hasn’t started to recover yet." Rnd’s smile wavered


    while he was talking to James. "The condition of Miss Ang’s leg is better than I imagined."


    Ang’s eyes gleamed when she heard that. She wanted to ask Rnd if he meant her leg injury


    would heal up.


    But atst, she just opened her mouth, saying nothing, for she feared that the higher the expectation,


    the greater the disappointment.


    "Will her leg injury heal?" James asked.


    Rnd pulled down Ang’s skirt, rose to his feet, nced at James and answered, "If President


    Harvey had been more gentle to her at that time, there should have been no problem, but I can’t


    guarantee anything as it stands."


    Ang’s eyes were dimmed.


    "But you just said that it was better than you imagined." James’ frown deepened.


    Rnd raised his hand and smoothed the creases out of his white robe. "Even if the condition has


    turned from very bad to bad, it can be considered as ''better than I imagined'', right?"