Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 412 Mistreat the Patient

A nurse ran to Michael and told him there was a patient with gastric bleeding in the emergency room.

Michael was annoyed since he was off duty now.

He was too tired to work overtime recently.

"Why do you come to me? Isn't there a physician of digestive department on duty?"

Michael asked, walking out of the pavilion.

Though he wanted to change the subject so as to evade the questions from Nina, rarely could he be alone with her and have a chat, thus he was unwilling to leave.

He was afraid that he couldn't sit and talk with her like that anymore.

It took all his courage to say a few more words each time seeing her.

Nina yelled, watching his receding figure.

"Michael, come on!"

Michael stopped and turned to look at her in the pavilion.

He smiled in the sun, charming and handsome as usual.

Nina returned him a bright smile and waved her hands.

Michael went with the nurse.

"How's the patient now?"

The nurse was puzzled too, "I'm not clear. The patient was sent here alone by the ambulance. She was calling your name and seemed to know you, so I hurried here for you."

Michael wrinkled his brows.

He guessed he knew who that patient was.

But he still quickened his paces to the emergency room.

In the emergency room.

As soon as Michael came in, he heard a tray being knocked over with a bang and bitter screams.

"Oh! It hurts!"

Michael hurried to draw back the curtain and suddenly smelled the alcohol.

He frowned and immediately turned around at the sight of that patient, but a groan came over.

"My stomach hurts! Michael, where are you? Do you know it's killing me?"

Amelia curled on the bed with her eyes closed. And she seemed painful, rolling over with her hands over the stomach, her face pale.

Michael saw the meaningful looks in the nurses' eyes and took a deep breath. He became serious, walking towards Amelia.

"Lie the patient flat, I'll check on her." Michael pulled o n his gloves.

The nurses hastily pressed the rolling Amelia.

She couldn't help struggling in pain and her face turned white.

A nurse was giving her an injection while Amelia swung her arms. The sharp needle immediately pierced her white wrist and left a long wound.

"Don't touch me! You bad eggs!"

Michael had no choice but to help the nurses press her and catch her arm, and finally the nurse finished injection.

Within minutes Amelia became quiet but murmured something now and again.

Everybody took a breath and wiped sweats off the face.

A nurse said, "Why did she drink so much? Dr. Hart, did you break her heart? Huh...'

Michael ignored her tease, cleaning Amelia's wound with alcohol and gauze.

He asked seriously, "Have you examined the blood alcohol concentration and vomitus of the patient?"

The nurse asked for a trouble and stuck her tongue,

Yes, the alcohol concentration is high above normal value and there's also a faint gastric bleeding."

"Where is the doctor on duty?" Michael asked with emphasis.

"Um...the emergency room is too busy today, we badly need more doctors. And the patient was calling for you, so the doctor on duty gave her a simple treatment and then came to other patients, she told me to ask help from you." The nurse explained, pointing at the crowd outside.

"A...and..." She hesitated.

"Go ahead."

"And she was alone when being sent here, without cash and even cell phone on her. I guess she lost them during drinking."

Looking at Amelia that frowned on the bed, Michael became a little edgy, pulling a long face and passing his purse to the nurse.

"Go and pay for her, keep the receipts."

The nurse took his purse and ran away with her lips twitching.

It spent them more than an hour to deal with Amelia. Then she was moved to the ward and put on a drip quietly.

Michael stood by her bed and checked her physical signs. He was turning to leave as she was now in a stable condition.

However he was stopped by Amelia who had woken u p and gripped the corner of his gown, staring at him.

"Thank you." Amelia said weakly.

Michael pulled his gown out of her grip and stepped back to keep away from her, saying coldly.

"You're welcome, it's my duty."

Amelia paused and drew back her hand slowly with a n injured look in her eyes.

"Why don't you like me? Is Nina really much better than me?"

Michael's face became taut and overcast, hearing Nina's name.

"There's no like or dislike. We are living in two worlds and shouldn't disturb each other. Ms. Dawson, not everyone can enjoy a life like yours."

"Michael! What do you mean by a life like yours'?"

"Why are you here? Isn't it clear?" Michael taunted her.

Amelia's beautiful eyes glared at him and said with anger, "If not for you, would I feel hurt and drink so much?"

"I have no interest in your personal life."

Michael said and directly made his way to the door.

"Michael, don't go!"

Amelia hurried to sit up in bed and the pain brought her out in a cold sweat.

Michael stopped and turned back to her. Then he pursed his lips, taking the receipts out of his pocket.

"I've paid for you before. Don't forget to repay me."

Seeing him leaving again, Amelia quickly held him around the waist and yelled, despite her aching stomach.

"Don't go, I won't let you go!"

Michael tried to prise her arms and hissed at her, "Get off me, you're at a hospital now!"

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Michael looked at her with utter disgust in his eyes, pulling off her arms.

He was pulling so hard that the needle in her hand was tugged out as well. Her blood squirted onto his white gown and left a fleck like plum blossom.

"Oh, it hurts."

Amelia cried out in panic and Michael didn't expect it either.

As a doctor, he would be accused of serious misconduct.

He quickly pressed Amelia's hand to stop it from bleeding.

After a moment he taped her hand and gave her another drip.

Amelia felt warm and was flushed, seeing him devoting his mind to her, and sensing his warm hands.

"What if I accused you of mistreating the patient just now?" A flicker of tease crossed her eyes.