chapter 37
I looked down at her chart seriously. “Almost forty?”
She was seventy–eight; her grandson was, at most, in his thirties.
“Well, he’s pushing forty, isn’t he?” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Tell me, if he doesn’t hurry up and find me a brilliant granddaughter–in–law, won’t I worry myself to death? Now, hurry up and prescribe me something. I need medicine.”
Honestly, I never saw being unmarried and childless at that age as a problem–everyone has their own path–but considering I needed to manage my patient’s emotional state, I just nodded understandingly. “You’re absolutely right.”
“How about I prescribe something for anxiety and to help you sleep?”
The autumn–winter season was always peak flu time. After three solid days of back–to–back patients, the stream of walk–ins finally began to slow down.
“Thank you for always making time for me when I need an extra appointment.”
No appointments were scheduled for the afternoon. I was administering an IV drip in the clinic. As I worked, the patient lying on the treatment bed thanked me.
She was nearing fifty, a long–term patient of mine with a severe kidney condition.
Her family situation was tough–she’d lost her son in middle age, and her husband wasn’t exactly considerate.
Every time she came to the clinic, she set out before dawn, transferring between two buses and three different subway lines to get here.
Whether it was a healer’s compassion or something more personal, my heart always went out to her. I smiled gently. “What are you thanking me for? Everyone who comes for treatment pays. My job is just to do my best to help everyone get better. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”
“The lady at billing just told me,” the woman said, wiping tears from her eyes, “that you always get my medication discounted, and you never overcharge for the treatments.”
A warmth spread in my chest, but my hands remained steady as I worked.
After finishing the IV setup, I said softly, “If you need anything, press the call button. I’ll be back to check the drip in about thirty minutes.”
By the time my shift ended, it was almost 3 p.m.
I was starving. I found a place to eat, and called Chloe while having a late lunch.
Hearing she was swamped at the law firm, I decided I didn’t want to head back to the empty apartment too early. So I bought some fruit and went to visit Sylvia.
Unexpectedly, Colton was home too.
They were both happy to see me. “Weren’t you on duty today?” Sylvia asked. “I saw the nurses chatting in the group about how swamped you were. Aren’t you tired, coming to see us old folks now?”
“I missed you,” I said, putting the fruit down and smiling as I linked my arm with Sylvia’s. “Besides, I promised Sylvia I’d come over these next few days to give her a facial.”
I’d always enjoyed developing and making my own skincare products–with pretty good results. My hospital colleagues were always pestering me to make new batches.
But Sylvia was the only one I personally treated.
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chapter 37
Sylvia raised an eyebrow at Colton. “Hear that? She’s here for me. Nothing to do with you.”
“What a heartless girl,” Colton shot me a mock–wounded look. “You can’t even tell who’s the king and who’s the queen in this castle.”
Sylvia laughed. “Then you tell me, who’s the king and who’s the queen?”
“I’m obviously… the queen,” Colton said, famously utterly devoted to his wife, always the first to surrender.
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