You're The Best Medicine For Me

Jordan looked up with a torn expression on his face. He was changing his gaze in between the two of them.

Mr. Moore had it worst when his thigh bone was broken completely, but at that time he could still attend a meeting on the next day while being in a wheelchair. Nobody was able to make him change his mind.

Bryan stood in front of her while he buttoned up the remaining buttons on his sleeve, "I don't have time now."

"Didn't you hear what I have just said? You have two broken ribs and you just have a stitching on your arm. You need to rest." She lowered her gaze at his left arm.

The long sleeve of his suit had concealed his bandaged arm perfectly, only leaving his sculpted fingers expose. His other hand was lazily fidgeting with a button on his collar, as if he never even cared to listen to what she had to say.

Shirley frowned deeply and wondered why he was still being stubborn with such a grave injury.

She was also feeling sorry for herself for taking in such an unreasonable patient.

"I know your company is always busy, but I don't believe that it can't function without your presence. Last night, Madame Moore has come to meet me. If it were not because of her old age, I will never stay behind here. Get back in there." She grabbed his right wrist in an attempt to drag him back to his bed.

Despite her miniscule efforts, he wouldn't budge. He was gazing at her with a heavy line of sight, "It's only been day one, yet you have learnt to pressure me with my grandma."

With just a slight twist of his hand, he broke free of Shirley's hand. He lifted his other hand and placed it on the door knob, trying to twist it open.

The door opened with a light sound.

Shirley prevented the door from swinging open at the moment he was about to make the space huge enough for him to pass through. She was holding the door in place with her fragile shoulders. Bryan's eyes were depthless and there was a mild anger mixed within them. His voice was heavy, "Give way."

"What are you going to do if I don't plan to give way?" She studied him from his head to his toes. He looked perfectly dressed and unlike someone who had just suffered from some grave injuries. He was able to sleep peacefully for a whole night, so his complexion was better than she last saw him last night.

She suddenly had an amusing thought in her mind. It was as if she had reared an obedient dog who wanted to flee after it was fed.

Bryan didn't want to continue this scuffle, so he pressed his lips into a line and placed his palm on her shoulder. With some force mustered at his fingertips, he pushed her shoulders slightly. "Ugh!" Shirley staggered backwards while covering the part of her shoulders which was just pushed by him. It felt a little stinging.

He...

When she turned around, the man was already out of the ward as he exited through the door.

Jordan stood at the door and eyed her slightly. After nodding apologetically, he followed his boss' footsteps.

Shirley was feeling infuriated. She turned around and broke into a chase.

But just as she had just pushed the door open, there was a sudden crunching pain assaulting her chest.

She staggered forward as she clung to the edge of the door. She looked upwards only to see Bryan who was disappearing from her sight.

"Bryan..."

With a bang, she plopped to the floor helplessly after just taking a step. Unable to defeat that stinging sensation in her chest, it seemed that she had overestimated herself.

The patients and medical staff, who were passing by, all stopped.

When Jordan heard a commotion behind him, he instinctively turned around to take a look.

At the moment, there were a few nurses surrounding Shirley. She looked kind of pale.

Jordan immediately called out, "Mr. Moore, it seems that there is something wrong with Dr. Thomas."

Bryan stopped short in his tracks and turned around.

Shirley was stabilized by two nurses, and her delicate face was now sweating profusely. Her face was drained of all colours, and her teeth seemed to chatter, as if she was enduring some massive pain. Bryan retraced his steps impatiently and stopped in front of Shirley, "What's wrong here?"

"I don't know. She looks like she is in pain." A nurse by her side answered, the she instructed her colleague, "Summon a doctor here as soon as possible."

Shirley's lips quivered slightly to object to that suggestion.

However, as her leg wobbled, she started to stumble to the floor uncontrollably.

Just as she was about to hit the floor, a hand supported her waist and carried her up.

Shirley turned to check and her weak gaze fell upon Bryan.

He had a stony face as he kicked the door of the ward open and hurried into the ward. He placed her on the bed while saying, "Do you have some illness?" "Medicine!" She turned her gaze on a black pouch on the chair.

Bryan hastened to that spot and helped her get her pouch. He unzipped the pouch and saw a row of perfumes and also a medicine container inside.

He took a look at the manual before pouring two tablets out of the container and shoving it into her mouth.

Shirley swallowed the tablets with her eyes shut. She was trying to stabilize her breathing.

That throbbing in her chest seemed to ease a little...

"Do you have heart disease?"

Bryan stared at her before turning his gaze towards the medicine in his hands.

This was a type of medicine someone with heart disease usually consumed.

He never thought that Shirley would this kind of disease. What about her child? Was this hereditary or something arbitrary...

He suddenly recalled what she said last night. Was this because of that damned man too?

Shirley let out a faint laugh as her shoulders shivered slightly and she opened her eyes slowly, "Thanks to you, it has been half a year since my disease has relapsed. My primary physician told me that as long as I lead a regular lifestyle without any bad habits, my disease would have fully recovered."

Ever since she had received Mildred's call, she had been working on his information to understand him and gathered his data.

It was dawn back then, and she still had to catch a flight. When she arrived at China, she had to immediately see this patient. She was expecting some period of rest last night, but she didn't foresee him causing a ruckus.

He had a nightmare last night and it was a disturbed sleep. After she had adjusted the details several times only was he able to sleep peacefully. She was only able to shut her eyes to rest when it was almost day break.

However, the moment she opened her eyes, he was causing a scene again.

Bryan sealed the medicine container again while asking with a doubtful expression, "How does this have to do with me?"

Shirley let out a few laughs but her eyes were never averted from him, "If one were to have his or her normal routine jumbled up and see him or herself as a robot, then someday a price has to be paid. Your life has a limit, yet if you keep on destroying your initially healthy body, one day tubes will be sticking out of your body as you lie there. By then, even if you want to move around, you won't be able to. You won't even have the energy to pluck away the tubes injecting into your body so that you can die."

Jordan suddenly snapped his head up, and his expression was grim, "Dr. Thomas, you..."

"You damned woman, what the hell are you saying?" A voice infused with intense anger interrupted Jordan.

Shirley squeezed her fists as she continued, "Since you have hired me as your psychologist, you should have listened to me instead of going your own arrogant way."

"No, Dr. Thomas, Mr. Moore has a reason for that, he..."

"Nobody has it easy while they live in this world. If he has his reasons, does that mean the people around him are having it easy? He just happens to be born with a silver spoon so he has no problem doing whatever he wants without caring for those struggling at the bottom of the society. His own interest is his priority as the people around him can only gravitate towards him. He is behaving like this because there is always someone who cleans up the mess he creates."

Bryan turned around abruptly and kicked a chair behind him.000000