Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 425

I carried Patrick and walked on the snow with great difficulty. Because my hand was injured just now, I felt in great pain as the weather was cold.

It seemed that the snow in the mountain was particularly heavy.

Once stepped on the snow and my foot sank in. It could reach my calf.

I just walked step by step. From time to time, I took out my phone to see if there was any signal.

However, I was disappointed every time I looked at it.

How could there be no signal here?

I was confused.

On such a windy and snowy night, I could still pull Patrick along for a while with the help of the door. But as time went by, my strength was being exhausted.

But I knew that maybe I had walked only one kilometer.

I knew that I couldn't fall, otherwise, we might both die here.

I continued to walk forward.

I didn't know how long I had walked. I only knew when my consciousness was getting fainter and fainter...

"Tinkling."

I heard a very slight sound coming from the pocket of Patrick's trousers.

That was the sound

of a phone text message!

I was so excited!

I took out my cell phone and saw the image of signals in the upper left corner. There were some signals!

It was likely that I'd found a life-saving straw. I called 911 for an emergency as soon as possible!

After the personnel at the other side knew our situation, they said that the ambulance would come right away!

I saw hope finally.

I grabbed Patrick's hand and continued to walk forward.

It didn't take long before I saw two yellow lights appearing not far away.

Blue- white lanterns flickered alternately on the ambulance as if they were giving out the light of hope in this snowy night.

Soon, the ambulance was closer and closer.

A few medical staff got out of the car and picked up Patrick first. Then I got in.

When I got in the ambulance, I focused on watching the medical staff do examinations for Patrick.

At this time, a doctor came over and looked at my hand, saying, "Your hands are frozen. Hurry up to move it."

Once he reminded me, I lowered my head and found that both of my hands were purple. The wounds seemed to be frozen. In the warm car, it seemed my fingers were difficult to bend.

The doctor looked at me and said, "Don't move. Go to the hospital later and let the doctor there help you treat it."

The ambulance sent us to the nearest hospital.

When I got off the car, my heart thumped when I looked up at the name of the hospital in front of me.

Glorious Light Hospital.

We arrived at Shelton's hospital.

I hoped that he was not there.

I prayed in my heart.

However, sometimes, everything was following Murphy's Law.

As soon as Patrick was sent into the emergency room, I turned my head and saw the man whom I hadn't seen for a long time-Shelton.

Now he was no longer wearing glasses, and his hair was shorter than before. His whole temperament looked cold and sharp.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel strange.

Even so, I still walked up to him and said, "Please don't hurt Patrick. If you don't want to save him, we can transfer him to another hospital. We..."

"In your heart, I am so vicious?"

Shelton interrupted me.

There was a flash of hurt in the man's cold eyes.

He bent down slightly, lowered his head, and wanted to grab my hand. I dodged subconsciously, but the man moved quickly and still grabbed my hand.

He looked at my hand and frowned slightly. "How can you still care about him when you're suffering this? What if he's only unconscious in the end and your hand is going to be amputated?"

Shelton's words made me freeze for a moment. "Amputation?"

The man's eyes were cold. He put down my hand, turned around, and said, "Come with me."

After saying that, he took a step forward.

Afraid of being amputated, I quickly followed

Shelton.

At this time, although my hand recovered a little, I began to feel a little pain.

Shelton took me to a treatment room and asked the nurse to get something. He rubbed his hand first and suddenly grabbed my hand. I was stunned and wanted to take it away, but he was very strong.

At the same time, he said to me with the voice of command, "Don't move. I'll help you recover the temperature first."

I looked at him with some suspicion.

I felt that my hands were much better now. They should be fine after a while.

Shelton looked down at my hand, but he didn't look at me.

I couldn't see his expression clearly.

At this time, the nurse brought in a small basin and some medicine. Shelton took the basin and went to get some water from the sink in the back. He put the basin on a stool in front of me, and said, "First, put the uninjured hand in."

I nodded and obediently putthat hand in.

The water's temperature seemed to be a little higher than my hand's.

I didn't feel any discomfort after putting it in.

At this time, Shelton took the gauze and began to wipe the other hand that was injured for me.

I was a little embarrassed. "I'll do it myself."

"You are a patient. As I have said, in the eyes of a doctor, a patient is a patient. The gender doesn't matter, nor does whether she is the doctor's exfiancee."

Shelton's words reminded me of Shirley's phone call today. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

In a year, she finally finished making the wedding dress she designed for me, but unfortunately...

I didn't struggle anymore.

Shelton carefully avoided the wound and wiped other parts of my hand with gauze.

Then he changed a basin of water with a higher temperature and continued with his previous action.

He repeated the cycle about seven or eight times, and my hand had returned to normal. He then cleaned my wound and applied some ointment to it. He took out gauze and began to bandage it.

At this time, there were only two of us in the treatment room.

He lowered his head. He was skilled in bandaging, but he did it quite slowly.

"Do you hate me?" When Shelton lowered his head to dress my wound, he suddenly opened his mouth and broke the silence in the room.

My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was at a loss. Did I?

It seemed that I didn't, but it was more likely I was not willing to hate him.

After hesitating for a while, I gently shook my head.

I saw the man's shoulders shook slightly. It seemed caused by a smile. He said, "In fact, I will feel better if you hate me."

"Then I hate you."

I said decisively.

Now I was very clear that I and Shelton had been completely cut off, and there would be no future for us. If the words can make him feel better, I am also willing to say.

Seeing that I was so decisive, Shelton suddenly raised his head, and there was some helplessness in his eyes. "Your change is quite fast."

"Is it?"

I was also looking at him.

Shelton stared into my eyes. "Janetta, what happened these days? You seemed to have been changed." "Have I?" I asked.

"Yes." Shelton nodded firmly.

Had I changed? Maybe.

Perhaps it was because I had known what I wanted.

Maybe it was because I hadn't need to hide under a man's shield anymore. I had shields on my own, so I could protect others.

At this time, Shelton had bandaged my wound. I stood up and said to Shelton, "Thank you. I am going out to wait for Patrick."