Dr. Zhang looked at Wendy's X-ray and sighed, "Miss Moore's hand is not recovering well."

Gavin stared at the doctor fiercely, as if he planned to force the doctor to come up with a cure for Wendy's injury.

However, after a long time, Dr. Zhang still didn't speak.

Gavin finally understood that Dr. Zhang, who was one of the best orthopedists in the country, really had no way.

There was no certain answer to whether Wendy could use the scalpel with her right hand in the future.

"Dr. Zhang, what should we do next?" Gavin clenched his fists, and said in a hoarse and restrained voice.

"Wendy's hand must recover by all means."

At that moment, Gavin understood what it meant to feel powerless.

In order to become a doctor, Wendy had paid more than anyone could imagine.

If her only dream was ruined...

Gavin didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

What he hated most was that, apart from listening to the doctor's arrangements, he could not help Wendy more at all.

He couldn't bear the pain for Wendy, and he couldn't let her hand recover either.

"Contact the experts for a consultation as soon as possible." Dr. Zhang shook his head and added, "According to Miss Moore's current situation, you shouldn't delay it anymore."

Hearing this, Wendy covered her mouth and lost all her courage. She fled back to the ward in a panic like a deserter.

Joanne had told her that her right hand was seriously injured, but it would slowly recover; she needed to wait patiently.

It turned out that Joanne did not tell her the truth.

Her right hand... was so seriously injured that even the department director could do nothing about it.

How did this happen? How could this happen?

She was a doctor, a cardiac surgeon who would be accompanied by scalpels in her career. If her hand could not recover, how could she pick up the scalpels to save people in the future?

Wendy touched the injury on her right hand with her left hand. She was in so much pain that she almost burst into tears.

No, she couldn't cry. The reason why Gavin and Joanne hid it from her was that they didn't want her to break down or feel sad.

Gavin and Dr. Zhang were trying to find a cure for her. She couldn't cry. She couldn't give up.

Wendy closed her eyes hard, endured the heartache and tears, sustained the overwhelming sadness, and forced herself to calm down.

She often told the patients to be optimistic, follow the treatment plan, and be hopeful about their recovery.

Now, it was time for her to take the advice.

She was a doctor. She couldn't do worse than the patients, could she?

As soon as Wendy finally calmed down, the door was pushed open. Gavin came in with meal boxes in his hand. He looked the same as usual, and as soon as he came in, he asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Wendy looked at him and shook her head with a smile.

Gavin was a little surprised. He carefully looked at Wendy and asked, "What's wrong?"

In the past, when he came back from work, Wendy would either pester him and cry that she was hungry, complain that she was too bored in the ward, or complain that the food he bought that day was not to her taste.

In brief, she would never stop talking to him.

Gavin was not used to her being a fair lady.

"Gavin, when will I be discharged from the hospital?" Wendy said in a muffled and hopeful voice.

Gavin put down the meal boxes, sat down, and looked at Wendy. "Do you want to be discharged from the hospital?"

Wendy nodded. "I want to go home, and..." Before finishing her words, she suddenly lowered her head.

"..." Gavin was more patient than ever. He led Wendy to go on with her words. "And?"

Wendy looked up and stared at Gavin with red eyes. "I miss my parents."

The doctor once told Gavin that at the middle stage of the recovery, Wendy might be in a bad mood because she had stayed in the hospital for a long time, and that they needed to comfort her and cheer her up, so that she could continue to accept the treatment.

Gavin held Wendy's hand. "Your parents still don't know that you had a car accident. Are you sure you want to tell them?"

After that discussion, Chris decided not to tell Dolly about Wendy's injury for the time being until he was sure that Wendy's right hand could be cured.

If Dolly was informed now, she and Conor could do nothing but be worried.

Wendy looked into Gavin's eyes and quickly calmed down. She shook her head and said, "Forget it. I'll tell them when I recover."

Gavin opened the meal boxes and let Wendy have dinner.

Whether it was a coincidence or Gavin's intention, he ordered Wendy's favorite dishes today.

"Have some soup after the dishes." Gavin served a bowl of soup to cool it down. He said, "Aunt Iris cooked it for you personally. Linda just brought it here."

Wendy was not obedient. She took a sip of the soup first and nodded with satisfaction. "It was indeed cooked by Aunt Iris personally. The analysis is over!"

Gavin raised his eyebrows and asked, "You can taste it?"

"Of course." Wendy wiped the corners of her mouth and said proudly, "Aunt Iris would cook thick soup, while my cousin pays more attention to the ingredients' nutrition arrangement, and the chef in my cousin-in-law's house likes to make fish soup-but I don't like fish soup very much." In the end, she concluded, "Everyone makes different soup. Do you want me to teach you how to distinguish them?"

"..." Gavin handed the soup to her. "No need. Drink it."

He suddenly had a feeling that if he stayed in the hospital any longer, Wendy would become an expert in delicacies.

Wendy perfectly concealed her disappointment and sadness in this way. Gavin also believed that she was just in a bad mood because she had been in the hospital for a long time. He didn't carefully think about her sudden tears.

The next day, Joanne finally had time to come to the hospital with Freya and asked if Wendy's wound still hurt.

"It hurts a little from time to time, but much better than at the beginning." Wendy tried to move her fractured right leg. "Look, I can move now. I can get out of bed and walk a few steps."

"That's good," Joanne said, "it will take one hundred days for fractures to recover. Take your time to recover in the next few months, and just take it as a vacation."

Freya pinched Wendy's face and said, "By the way, let's see if you can gain some weight."

Joanne and Freya had a tacit understanding. Neither of them mentioned the injury on Wendy's right hand.

Only then did Wendy remember that Joanne and Freya seemed to have always been concerned about whether her right leg still hurt, whether the sprain of her left leg had recovered, and when the stitches would be removed from her forehead...

But they had never mentioned her right hand. They would only comfort her when she complained about the pain in her right hand and then say something else to distract her attention.

She was so careless that she had never paid attention to these small details.

Gavin worked overtime in the afternoon and came back very late. When he opened the door, he found Wendy sitting on the bed in a daze. It was obvious that she had something on her mind.

Wendy was so careless that she could be optimistic about a very big deal.

For the first time, Gavin had seen her like this.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

Gavin knocked on the door and walked into the ward. "Did Joanne and Freya come today?"

Wendy came back to her senses, only to find that Gavin had been back. She forced a smile and said, "Yeah, my cousin also brought me the snacks she made herself." As she said that, she reached out her hands to Gavin, just like a child who wanted to be held by an adult.

Gavin looked at her and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to take a shower." Wendy urged, "Hurry up and pick me up."

After she was hospitalized, Wendy used all kinds of shameless means. Although she could already go to the bathroom with her crutch, as long as Gavin came back, she would immediately become a paralyzed child. As long as she could ask Gavin for help, she would never trouble herself. She would find all kinds of reasons to ask Gavin to hold her. Today, she directly reached out her hands.

Gavin had no choice but to carry her into the bathroom.

Wendy put her sound left arm around Gavin's neck and leaned against his chest, like an obedient little animal that tried to warm itself.

Perhaps because of the warmth from her body, Gavin clearly felt that the beating heart in his chest was becoming soft little by little.

Since Wendy was hospitalized, he had been lowering his bottom line against her.

He didn't know if it was because he felt guilty, or it was because of some even more complicated reasons that he didn't dare to face.

After the shower, Wendy said early that she was sleepy. Gavin heated a glass of milk and handed it to her. "Go to sleep after you finish it."

After drinking the milk and gargling, Wendy got into the quilt early and fell asleep.

Gavin dealt with some matters on his computer, and soon lay down and fell asleep.

Perhaps she had gone to bed too early, Wendy woke up very early today. She opened her eyes at two o'clock in the morning, and miraculously, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

She sat up and looked at Gavin, who was sleeping on the bed for the caregiver.

No matter how much Gavin had done to her before she was hospitalized, he was unquestionably nice to her after she was hospitalized. Most of the time, he knew that she was messing around, but he still allowed her to do so.

He must pity her. He was afraid that she would break down upon knowing the injury on her right hand, so during her recuperation, he let her do whatever she wanted and treated her unquestionably well.

Wendy looked down and tried to lift the kettle from the bedside table with her right hand.

She had taken the scalpel and performed the resection operation with her right hand, but she could do nothing to a kettle that was less than 1,000 grams at the moment.

Wendy didn't want to give up. She wanted to try again, but her right hand seemed to be drained of strength, and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

She was about to try for the third time when Gavin's voice came through the night.

"Don't try anymore. The wound will hurt."

Wendy was stunned and looked at the bed for the caregiver. Gavin, who was soundly sleeping just now, woke up at some point and was standing by her bed and looking at her.

The thick darkness of the night covered Gavin's eyes, but she felt that there must be sympathy in his eyes.

She wanted Gavin. She wanted everything about him.

But she did not want his sympathy and pity.

Wendy let go of the kettle and took back her hand. She was about to say something when Gavin came over and asked, "Do you know it?"

After he came back today, Gavin found that there was something wrong with Wendy. In addition, she suddenly cried yesterday and said that she missed her family. Before he saw her cry, he happened to talk to Dr. Zhang about her injury...

Gavin couldn't help thinking of something when there were so many coincidences.