Looking at the wet blanket and bed covers on the patient's bed, Gem Atkinson carried Forsythia Brown onto a couch beside it, tucking her in properly.
After making sure she was comfortable, he pressed the nurse call bell.
In a moment, the head nurse came in, almost confused by the room's condition.
The patient was sleeping on the couch, the full trash bin filled with torn clothing fragments, the wet blanket and sheet cast aside...
It all spoke volumes.
Such an overbearing man!
But it can't be denied that he was careful too.
She had often heard that this man favours Miss Atkinson excessively, now she's finally witnessed it.
Now, the head nurse looked at Gem Atkinson with fresh eyes.
This man must be worried that the Miss would feel pain when she wakes up, so he was doing all of these seemingly incomprehensible things.
She lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Gem, if you're afraid she'll be in pain, we have a patient-controlled analgesia pump."
