Me After Meeting You

Ian didn’t sleep deeply; his illness had made his whole personality a bit dazed, sometimes clear-headed and sometimes not. When he saw her after waking up again, he frowned as he repeated, “What are you doing here?”

Probably thinking that she was too close to him, he even pushed her away.

Amber didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this point, but at least she didn’t have to serve as his pillow anymore. Before he could get angry again, she quickly poured him a glass of water. “Have some water. Your lips are parched.”

Ian was really quite thirsty, and he took a big gulp of water from the glass in her hands. After taking in some fluids, he seemed to become more clear-headed, and he even leaned up and sat upright as he rubbed his forehead. “Why are you here?”

Amber ignored his muddle-headedness and sincerely said, “You’re seriously ill. You have to go to the hospital.

After hearing this, he put his hands down, looking at her.

She also looked back at him, her eyes completely devoid of hesitation. “Under normal circumstances, you should already be lying in a hospital bed, so let’s go there now, alright?”

Because he always had a specific sequence that he did things in from start to end, Amber wanted to implant in his mind the need to go to the hospital when he was sick.

She wasn’t sure of her chances of success, so she could only look at him anxiously.

Within the room, time seemed to pass even slower. The door to the living room wasn’t closed, and the voices of the people talking outside could be intermittently heard. Amber was very worried that this might upset or rile Ian up.

Luckily, her hint was successful, and Ian said, “Let’s go.”

It was said in a cool tone, but one that made Amber feel as though she had been relieved of a great burden. She stood up, and reached out with a hand to support him. He glanced at her and then leaned on her arm.

Amber couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He naturally noticed and asked, “What are you laughing at?”

Mmm. Indeed, when looking at him, he seemed like he had returned to normal, as long as he didn’t flare up again. Amber said, “I feel like, if my waist were any lower, then I’d essentially be a eunuch from ancient times helping his emperor up.” After she said this, she even asked, “Should I ask if you’d like to rise?”

Ian glanced at her haughtily, and imperially responded, “Rise.”

He stood up, his spine completely straight. Originally, he wanted to do it in a domineering manner, but his forehead uncontrollably scrunched up as he got up.

Amber guessed that his clothes must have touched his infected skin, making him uncomfortable.

When Amber thought back to that wound riddled back that was unbearable to even look at, she started feeling guilty and also somewhat sympathetic.

She really wanted to call and ask her mom when she had last washed or dried the quilt and Ruby’s clothes that he had used. Had it been the reason why Ian’s allergic reaction was this bad?

That’s right. Her intuition told her that only those two things could have triggered Ian’s allergic reaction. As such, this was naturally one of the reasons why she felt particularly guilty and apologetic towards Ian.

If something truly happened to him, then she felt like she would carry that weight for the rest of her life.

But even in this state, Ian insisted on changing his clothes. Amber asked, confounded, “Why not just put on an outer jacket?”

He shook his head, and stubbornly insisted on changing his clothes. Amber couldn’t dissuade him and could only help him up the stairs to change.

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By the time he was finished, his grandfather was already starting to contact people to have the various medical instruments sent over; when he was halfway into his call, his wife suddenly pulled on his arm. He turned around and saw his grandson standing straight and imposing by the door.

“That ….” Ian’s grandfather was at an advanced age, but this was the first time he had stammered in a long while. “Ian … are you alright?”

Dr. Benny couldn’t keep watching, and started ridiculing from the side. “Look at how he’s barely standing up straight. Does it look like he’s alright?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Oh, that’s right.’ Only now did Ian’s grandfather see that Amber was standing by his grandson’s side and trying her hardest to hold him steady, so much so that her petite body was about to fall over.

A couple of the young doctors walked up to help, but Ian didn’t let them. So, Amber could only grit her teeth and say, “It’s fine, I can handle it.”

Ian’s grandfather almost sighed at this sight, his only thought being that it was so fortunate that a person who his grandson didn’t despise had finally appeared. He clutched the phone that was still connected and said to Amber, deeply moved, “Then I’ll trouble you, Dr. Camille.”

Amber smiled, but she was sighing in her heart. If you have the time to say this, then get in the car!

At least Dr. Benny was reliable. He truly understood that Ian’s situation was very precarious, so he immediately readied the cars, decided who would go where, and assigned tasks to everyone.

As Ian’s grandmother watched on anxiously, Amber and Ian got into the first car.

Once he had assigned everyone their respective roles, Dr. Benny commanded from outside, “Go to the central hospital. Quickly.”

Ian immediately scratched Amber’s palm. They were the only two people in the backseat. He was leaning on her shoulder, so when he scratched her, she turned around.

His black eyes were gleaming enigmatically at her.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Go to Presbiterian Hospital.”