Desperate Lovers

Chapter 360 Do You Like Her?

With a twinkle flickering in her eyes, Miss Milana stood up and went to him, "Dr. Roland, you're back. I

still feel a bit uncomfortable on my legs."

"Miss Milana, this is the fifth time you have been here this month, isn't there?" The smile on Roland's

face dispersed and was replaced by a rare serious look.

At the sight of his countenance, Miss Milana bent her head and replied reluctantly, "Yes."

"I have told you that you had just sprained your ankle, which was not a big deal. Now you have

recovered and don't need to come to the hospital anymore." Roland put all he was holding on a desk

and then got himself a glass of water before drinking it up.

Miss Milana pulled herself towards him in small steps and gave Angela a glimpse. She asked, "Dr.

Roland, you told me not to come here for you, but why could this lady come then?"

She added acidly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with her legs, and no cure is needed at all. Is it

because you like her, and ...."

"Miss Milana!" Roland interrupted her, a trace of annoyance appearing on his face. "I am not obligated

to report my patients' conditions to you, aren't I?"

Noticing his fury, Miss Milana grew a bit frightened. "Please don't be mad at me. I was just asking, and

why do you turn so angry?"

"Let me say it again. You don't flirt or hook up here in a hospital, and those fictions and romantic

comedies are all misleading. Registering randomly as you do is an abuse of the medical resources!"

Roland detested these young girls came to the hospital to mess around for the so-called affection.

Miss Milana had never been rebuked like this before, and she felt quite embarrassed with her eyes

turning red.

Without even a glimpse of her, Roland said to a young nurse, "Fanny, lead her out! Don't allow any

irrelevant person to enter my office next time. Do you understand?"

The young nurse blurted a response, and went to Miss Milana, "Miss Milana, you ...."

"Don't bother to drive me away, for I can leave myself!" Miss Milana said with a pair of red eyes before

trotting away.

The nurse looked awkward, hesitating to choose between sitting and standing, and she had no idea

about whether she should come up with her.

"Go and bring my needles to me," Roland ordered the nurse after drinking some water.

With a response, the nurse left to get his silver needles. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"I'm sorry." Roland poured water into disposable paper cups for Angela as well as Luna and said, "Miss

Milana is young, always talking recklessly. Please don't mind what she said, Miss Angela."

Angela inclined, "As a teenage girl eager for love, it's normal for her to admire Dr. Roland since you are

such an excellent person."

"Miss Angela, do you think I'm excellent?" Roland smiled, "Then if there's no Mr. James, would you pick

me to be your boyfriend?"

Angela's hand, with a cup in it, paused as she thought about it. And she was about to answer when he

pre-empted.

"I was just asking. You don't have to take it seriously, Miss Angela." Roland ducked his head to hide the

expressions in his eyes. "How do you feel on your legs of late?"

Angela moved on from the joke and answered, "Fine."

"Is there anything like a pain or swelling?" Roland bent down on one knee and pressed on several

places on her leg.

Angela shook her head, "No."

"That's fine." Roland stood up, patted his trouser leg, and said to the young nurse, "Bring Miss Angela

a pair of trousers."

Though the pair of trousers Angela was wearing was not tight, however still inconvenient to roll up, so

it's better for her to change to the hospital trousers.

Soon after her reply, the nurse returned with the clothes needed. She handed them to Angela before

walking out of the room along with Roland, leaving Angela there to get changed.

"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" Luna asked in surprise when watching her taking off her

clothing one piece after another. "I remember you only wore a pair of thin trousers even in winter when

I just knew you."

Angela stared at her right leg, her eyelashes quivering a few times. "Since there's something wrong

with my leg, I dare not do that now."

The conditions of the prison were not bad, but those prisoners had targeted her, pouring ice-cold water

on her bed. She had no alternative choice but to sleep on the floor.

She often couldn't sleep for the chill, especially the pain on her leg, making her even long to roll

around.

"Angela, with all due respect ... your leg was indeed broke by Mr. James?" Luna asked with caution.

With a frown, Angela took off the last pair of woolen trousers and nodded.

After thinking for a moment, she continued, "Jessica threatened to indict me on attempted murder if he

didn't do that, and in that case, I might be given a life sentence."

"So he did it for your good," Luna sighed. "However, there would always be another solution, and he

was far too ... vicious to do so."

Angela put on the hospital trousers and asked, "Luna, why do you bring this up abruptly?"

"Actually, it's not abruptly." Luna was folding the clothes she just took off, "Since you reconciled with Mr.

James, I have been worried about it, and so have your brother."

Angela didn't reply.

"You can say he broke your leg under Jessica's threat. Then what about what he had done after that?

He let you work in the Dream Club, and threw you out naked, even ...." Luna couldn't go on, "How to

explain all he had done after that?"

Angela wasn't willing to say that James had done all those later out of his misunderstanding about her

as well as the eagerness to revenge.

She tidied up and said, "Dr. Roland has been waiting outside for a while. Let me open the door for him."

"I'll go." Luna stood up and walked over to open the door.

Roland closed the door, rolled up Angela's trouser leg, and stuck the needles in her leg carefully.

Probably out of the guilt for her not interceding for Miss Milana just now, the young nurse faltered, "Dr.

Roland is handsome, particularly when treating the patients seriously. A lot of women in their thirties or

forties are infatuated with him, not to mention the young girls."

She turned to Angela and asked, "Miss Angela, is that so?"

"If you feel sorry for Miss Milana, you can leave with her." After putting the needles in, Roland turned

around and glanced at her indifferently. "It's not difficult at all for me to have another assistant."

This was Roland's private affairs, so Angela didn't intend to chip in.

The young nurse grinned embarrassedly, and said to Roland with a tissue in her hand, "Dr. Roland,

there is plenty of sweat across your face. Let ... let me wipe it for you. Haha."

Roland didn't stand up until acupuncture was done, and then he said to the nurse, "You can leave

now."

The nurse's face was suffused with panic as if she was about to burst into tears. "Dr. Roland, I promise

not to allow such anthomaniac women in anymore. Please don't fire me! I'm sorry ... I know that it's all

my fault, but please give me one last chance ...."

"Remember what you have said, and the next time you dare let anyone irrelevant come to my office, I

would find someone else. You can go out now." Roland's forehead as well as his neck was covered in

sweat. He took out a clean towel and mopped the sweat from his face.

The young nurse wiped the tears off the corners of her eyes. She was too scared to talk back and

hurried out.