Gavin was collecting the meal boxes when he caught Wendy's leisure and steadfast gaze.

His intuition told him that it could not be a good thing.

Sure enough, Wendy raised the corner of her mouth and said with a sweet and harmless smile, "Did you say everything I've asked you to tell the reporter?"

"Yes." Gavin raised his eyebrows with a clear conscience. "What's wrong? Do you have anything else to add?"

Wendy shook her phone and said, "I've clearly emphasized that Blake had misled Mrs. Lin and caused the most serious consequence of smearing Dr. Torres's medical ethics and image. Why didn't the reporters mention it?"

In the report, the reporter only mentioned that Blake's words were misleading, and reminded the readers not to believe her. The report also stressed that the hospital was not a place where the more you cried, the more you got, and that in any case, the doctors would try their best to rescue the patient, and when the family members made trouble, it would distract the doctors' attention.

The reporter didn't mention anything about smearing Dr. Torres's medical ethics and image, let alone clearing Dr. Torres's name.

Gavin acted as if it had nothing to do with him. "I don't care how the reporter reported."

"..." Was it really so simple?

Wendy stared at Gavin and asked tentatively, "You were jealous, right? You didn't tell the reporter that Blake's words affected Dr. Torres's career image, right?"

Wendy thought that it was of high possibility!

Gavin happened to have the reporter's business card in his wallet. He took it out and handed it to Wendy, saying, "You can contact the reporter."

Wendy flicked the business card with her left hand, and gradually became confused.

Of course, she would not be so idle as to contact the reporter.

However, she didn't expect that Gavin could be so calm. Did she guess wrong?

Wendy did guess wrong. Gavin indeed reported all that she had said to the reporter.

However, in the end, Gavin calmly added, "Reporter Zhang, you don't have to report something insignificant, for fear of leading to false rumors."

Wendy had emphasized before that the most serious thing was that Blake had shamelessly smeared Dr. Torres's professional ethics and image.

If it were reported like this, it would be inevitable that someone suspected the relationship between Wendy and Dr. Torres. Gavin obviously did not want such a thing to happen.

Having dealt with Gavin for so many years, the reporter instantly understood what he meant and immediately said, "I see. Mr. Gavin, please rest assured."

Even if Wendy called to confirm that, the reporter would only say that what she had emphasized was unnecessary, and that the hospital would make a statement on Dr. Torres's behalf, so they wouldn't report it again.

Therefore, Wendy didn't guess wrong, but there was a good tacit understanding between Gavin and the reporter.

After this report was released, it got rapidly increased hits, and the netizens' good impression of Wendy had increased more than one level.

Some netizens commented that after Wendy became a doctor who could receive patients independently, they would ask her for medical advice. They were not afraid that she lacked experience. After all, it was enough for her to be beautiful and young!

There were also netizens saying, "Yes, this is a world where both the face and the strength are important. I hope that Wendy can become an excellent doctor!"

At first, when he read these comments, Gavin's face became darker and darker. In the end, he only felt guilty.

Now, no doctor dared to guarantee that Wendy's injury could be cured and that she could use scalpels in the future. Maybe... she had lost the qualification to be a doctor.

"Gavin," Wendy abruptly said in a muffled voice, "I want to go out for a walk."

She was an outgoing person. She should be bored after lying on the hospital bed for a few days.

Feeling guilty, Gavin couldn't refuse any of her requests. He carried her into a wheelchair and pushed her downstairs.

Out of the elevator, a nurse came up to them and said, "Mr. Gavin, a few people outside the hospital asked to come to see Miss Moore, including a person who is surnamed Xu, a person surnamed Liang, the president of the Eighth Hospital, and the others who are said to be the colleagues of Miss Moore."

Gavin looked at Wendy and said, "You can ignore them."

"Not everyone is wrong." Wendy told the nurse, "Except for the president, please let them in."

The nurse was stunned, and she thought to herself, "It's embarrassing."

However, Miss Moore was really special-it was cool to see the doctors and interns, except for the president!

Dr. Torres and Dr. Oliver came in with a few interns. First of all, they cared about Wendy's injury. Wendy smiled optimistically and said, "It's true that I have sustained fractures, but it will be fine when I recover! Don't worry, I'll pick up the Dragon Sabre again... Oh, no, the scalpel!"

Dr. Torres smiled and said, "The hospital has recovered your position. Do you still want to come back after your recovery?"

Before Wendy could answer, Gavin suddenly replied, "Sorry, Wendy doesn't."

The implication was that Wendy didn't even think about it and completely refused to go back to the Eighth Hospital.

Dr. Torres's smile froze, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a moment, Wendy realized that if she didn't say anything, the situation would be awkward. She hurriedly said, "I'll think about it carefully when I'm recovering."

Her colleagues all liked Wendy very much. Hearing her words, they realized that there was hope. They hurriedly begged her in various ways, hoping that she could go back to the Eighth Hospital to continue her internship.

Wendy was soft-hearted and she couldn't stand the pleadings of her colleagues. In the end, she said, "As long as I don't see Director Fang and the president, I can consider going back."

"Director Fang and Blake have been fired!" One of the colleagues said, "As for the president... Alas, we are in the cardiac surgery department, which is almost thousands of miles away from the president's office. It's not easy to meet him! So, you can rest assured to go back to the hospital. The interns' office won't be complete without you!"

Dr. Torres thought for a moment and said seriously also jokingly, "If you really don't want to see the president, I can tell him to avoid you next time when he sees you. I believe he's willing."

Wendy finally couldn't help laughing out loud. Other colleagues also played a humorous role and teased the president.

After all, they were colleagues in the same department and still had the tacit understanding. The laughter mollified the atmosphere. Dr. Torres slowly looked at Wendy with a touch of gentleness.

Gavin was too familiar with this kind of look. He felt unhappy and said coldly again, "Wendy can't sit for a long time. I'll send her back to rest now. Just take your time."

How could they "take their time" in a place like a hospital?

Gavin's intention to say goodbye to them was very obvious.

Dr. Oliver vaguely felt that Gavin didn't welcome him, so he hurriedly said, "It's getting late. We'll go first. Wendy, take good care of yourself. We'll wait for you to come back to the hospital."

Wendy said with a smile, "Thank you for coming to see me."

After entering the elevator, she asked Gavin, "Why did you do that just now?"

Gavin did not answer but asked, "Are you really going back to work?" It sounded as if he was angrier than Wendy.

"I've thought it through. I hate the president, instead of the hospital. I don't need to give up on the whole hospital because of one person." After a pause, Wendy added, "Most importantly, I like my colleagues in the hospital!"

Gavin's handsome face darkened quietly. He narrowed his eyes and managed to say in a normal tone, "Which one?"

Wendy replied without hesitation, "Dr. Torres!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wendy saw in the elevator mirror that Gavin's expression suddenly changed. He wore a gloomy and stormy look in his eyes. It seemed that... he was really angry.

It was obviously a good opportunity to tease Gavin, but Wendy couldn't help swallowing her saliva and added honestly, "And Dr. Oliver and the colleagues in our office..."

Gavin's face finally became less clouded. "It's too early to think about it now. Your injury will fully recover at least two months later."

"I can go back to work when I almost recover," Wendy said, "and I can deal with some simple work. I don't have to go to the operating room immediately. There was a long way to go."

"There was a long way to go." For no reason, Gavin inexplicably resisted the sentence.

"We'll talk about it later."

Gavin sent Wendy back to the ward and called the nurse to help her take a shower.

In the end, Gavin went into the bathroom and carried Wendy out. He handed her the painkillers and warm water. "Take the medicine and go to sleep."

Wendy replied with an "oh" and took the painkillers obediently. She looked at Gavin and said, "Do you want to leave? If you leave, I'll sit on the ground and cry!"

Gavin touched his own forehead and said with a headache, "No."

Wendy patted Gavin with satisfaction. "Good boy!"

Gavin glared at Wendy and said, "Even if I don't leave, it doesn't mean that you can touch me with your hands!"

"Hmm." Wendy withdrew her hand as if she had been struck by an electric shock. She blinked her eyes and looked as if she didn't have any evil thoughts. "Then... how about touching with my lips?"

"When did she become like this?"

Finally, Gavin failed to restrain himself. He bent his fingers and knocked hard on Wendy's head.

Wendy knew that he was angry, so she didn't dare to protest. She could only watch him walk into the bathroom with her hands covering her head.

Gavin turned on the shower, and the warm water poured down from his head, which could barely help him keep awake.

Wendy went too farther and farther, but he couldn't leave her when she was injured so badly.

Yes, it was not that Wendy couldn't live without him, but that he couldn't let go of her.

Then Gavin stayed in the hospital with Wendy for half a month in this way.

Half a month later, Wendy's injury was getting less severe. With her cane, she could barely get out of bed and walk a few steps. When she was bored, she could go to the garden to exercise at any time.

What puzzled her was that the wounds on her right hand hadn't recovered at all while the wounds on her feet were obviously getting less severe and the wound on her forehead had also healed.

Wendy was also a doctor, so she vaguely noticed that something was wrong. She sat in a wheelchair without telling the nurse and went to the doctor's office.

If she didn't go now, she wouldn't be able to go when Gavin came back from work.

What Wendy didn't expect was that Gavin had been already in the hospital, and he was talking to her attending doctor in the office.

"Doctor Zhang, can you think of any way to cure Wendy's hand?"

For the first time, Wendy had heard Gavin talking to someone in such a pleading tone. A white light flashed through her mind-

"What did he mean?

"What did he mean by saying 'think of any way to cure my hand'?"