“Right. But can I control my feelings?”
“That’s a disease too.”
“Is that so? Can this kind of disease be cured?”
Is this being shameless or just being cheeky?
Dylan was utterly baffled by Nia, who seemed to get closer the more he pushed her away.
But the absurdity didn’t end there.
“Should I consult with Miss Lola? She seems to specialize in this area.”
Finally reaching his limit of patience, Dylan couldn’t hold back his anger and expressed it.
“Are you crazy?”
Dylan Eve was not someone who usually showed his emotions or expressions.
Yet, the sight of him pointing a finger and displaying his discomfort was something Nia had never seen before.
Indeed!
‘Your weakness is Miss Lola.’
Seeing Dylan’s emotions laid bare was refreshing, and Nia inwardly smiled in triumph, having clearly identified his weakness.
She wanted to provoke him further with uncomfortable and stimulating words, but decided to stop here for today.
However…
“Why are you getting so serious over a joke?”
As she finished speaking, Nia spotted Lola walking toward them over Dylan’s shoulder, and her eyes sparkled as if she had found a good prey.
Nia deliberately stepped a little closer to Dylan, narrowing the distance. Lola seemed startled and stopped in her tracks.
As if to show off, the next moment, Nia reached out her hand toward Dylan’s chest.
With a smile on her face.
“Get your hands off!”
Before Dylan could even utter those words, Nia’s hand quickly touched his chest and then fell away.
“I thought something was on your clothes. You like things to be perfect, not even a speck of dust.”
The cold glare felt like it froze him to the bone.
Nevertheless, Nia pretended to be calm and showed him the hair she had just pulled from his clothes.
“That’s enough.”
It was more a mutter to herself than a statement directed at him.
This was because he could see Lola Dax, who had turned her back and was walking away as if she were running.
Only then did Nia move her feet, as if she had finished what she needed to do.
Click, click, as she took a step or two, Nia suddenly turned back to Dylan and said,
“Dylan Eve, I guess I’m not very bright. I know you dislike me, but still, I think you look good. People’s feelings don’t always go as they wish. So don’t worry about me, just do what you were doing.”
The colder you are to me, the more stubborn I become.
‘Even my bad feelings grow stronger.’
After lightly shrugging her shoulders, Nia returned to the hospital room.
“Ha!”
Dylan turned around, letting out a sigh and a groan at the same time. Then, he caught sight of a woman’s back, already far away.
A woman with a bob haircut, half-tied, who was walking as if she were running looked somehow familiar.
It seemed like Lola.
No, it might really be her.
‘Did Lola see it?’
So, did Nia act out on purpose to show Lola?
Dylan was convinced that his judgment was correct.
“Nia Aliza.”
Suddenly, Nia felt like a persistent leech clinging to him, and Dylan shuddered as he whispered ominously.
******
In the closed ward where Mark, a patient with alcohol dependence, was hospitalized, chaos erupted once again.
A few days ago, there was a patient who was screaming and causing a ruckus, and now another patient was convulsing and unable to stop vomiting blood, making the residents sweat profusely.
Lola had just rushed to the closed ward as soon as she received the emergency call.
“Have you administered benzodiazepine?”
“Yes, senior.”
Lola carefully examined the patient’s condition and said,
“It could be bleeding caused by abdominal pressure. I suspect Mallory-Weiss syndrome. It’s a condition that commonly occurs in patients with alcohol dependence. Have you consulted the gastroenterology department?”
“Yes, senior.”
“But why haven’t they come yet?”
“Just one more…”
Before the junior resident could finish, the door to the patient’s room opened, and a doctor in a white coat entered.
The gastroenterology resident apologized respectfully.
“I’m sorry for being late.”
“When did we call for an emergency? What are you doing arriving now?”
The psychiatry resident complained grumpily.
This wasn’t the first time they had experienced such a situation.
In cases of alcohol dependence, multiple departments often collaborated for treatment, leading to frequent friction among residents.
“Let’s quickly check the patient.”
The gastroenterology resident examined the patient and echoed Lola’s suspicion of Mallory-Weiss syndrome.
Due to the unexplained bleeding, an endoscopy was necessary, so the residents quickly moved the patient to the examination room.
Only then did the bustling ward quiet down, allowing Lola to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As she left the ward, Lola instinctively took out her phone from her gown pocket.
She had received two missed calls.
