RNP Chapter 619
Chapter 619
After the driver sent the young nurse away, he slowly turned his head and his eyes met with Fatty Wang, who had been staring at him. Fatty Wang's eyes were sharp and full of questions, as if he wanted to see through the driver's eyes to see his true thoughts.
"Fatty, feel free to ask any questions you have." The driver sighed helplessly and broke the silence.
Fatty Wang said bluntly, "What's going on with Wu Xie? Your previous explanation might fool those who don't understand the situation, but it's not that easy to fool me!"
From the moment Wu Xie entered the ward, Fatty Wang sensed something was amiss with him. The driver's explanation seemed reasonable, but combined with Wu Xie's words in the ward and the unique badge on his wrist, Fatty Wang felt even more strongly that Wu Xie's condition was definitely not as simple as it appeared.
The driver quietly found a bench and sat down in front of Fatty Wang's bed, keeping a distance from Wu Xie. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "The doctor said that Young Master San may be subconsciously denying himself, and in secluded corners, he may be engaging in self-harming behaviors that he isn't even aware of."
"What! Self-mutilation!" When Fatty Wang heard the word "self-mutilation", he suddenly sat up from the bed as if struck by lightning, and his voice unconsciously rose eight octaves.
"Uncle Wang, don't get excited! You need to take care of your health!" The driver watched Fatty Wang suddenly jump up from the bed, and his heart skipped a beat, fearing that he might hurt himself again. So, the driver quickly made a silent gesture and pointed to the ward door, signaling Fatty Wang to keep his voice down.
Although Fatty Wang was anxious, he understood what the driver meant. In order to prevent people outside from noticing their abnormality, he deliberately made some noises, as if he was making a bed or moving a chair.
Taking advantage of the noise made by Fatty Wang, the driver tiptoed to a place where the glass window of the ward door could not be seen. He carefully stuck his head out and confirmed that there was no one at the door. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and quietly walked back to Fatty Wang.
Seeing this, Fatty Wang quickly lowered his voice, anxiously grabbed the driver's sleeve, and asked impatiently, "What's going on? Why would Wu Xie commit self-harm?"
The driver shook his head helplessly and answered in a low voice: "I'm not very clear about this, Fatty. I just learned about Master San's illness from the doctor." His tone revealed a hint of helplessness and distress, and it was obvious that he was also very confused about this matter.
"What should I do?" Fatty Wang said with a worried look on his face. "This kind of thing isn't so easy to cure!" He frowned, feeling helpless about Wu Xie's illness. Although he had heard of this disease before, he had never actually met anyone with it.
"I've already called Butler Xu," Fatty Wang continued, "and he'll report this matter to His Highness. For now, Butler Xu wants the Third Master to recuperate in the hospital for a while."
The driver, listening, couldn't help but feel a surge of worry. He'd heard of this disease before, and he'd known people with it before. However, by the time they were discovered, it was often too late, leaving them no time to consider how to treat them. Ultimately, they could only watch helplessly as they passed away with a smile on their face, leaving behind a cold corpse.
"Okay! Then let him stay in the hospital first," Fatty Wang sighed, "This way he won't run away and do something secretly behind our backs." He shook his head helplessly, as if he was already accustomed to Wu Xie's behavior.
Fatty Wang was helpless about Wu Xie's current situation. He could only temporarily follow Butler Xu's arrangement and let Wu Xie stay in the hospital, so that even if something was wrong it could be discovered in time and intervention could be made.