"I'm fine. What's the new director's name?" asked Nancy.
"Her name's Brandy Yu. I already told you yesterday that she looked feisty and I am intimated, to be frank. Alas, it is really strange. You just resigned. Why did she come here all of a sudden? Director Nancy, please. I hope you get better so you can come back soon. Everyone is waiting for you," Erin said anxiously.
"I'm not seriously ill, Erin. It's just that everything was arranged on purpose by someone," Nancy said, knowing that Charles was responsible for orchestrating everything.
He didn’t want her to get back to work so he trapped her at home and found a good doctor to replace her position.
It seemed that Charles had made up his mind about not letting her continue her career as a doctor anymore.
Could it have been because of the club or because he wanted her to just take care of their children?
Nancy could accept the latter but if it was the former, Nancy would be very upset.
And because she wanted to find out the real reason behind all that, she contin
her shoulder and felt the pang of pain from the way Nancy bit her.
Nancy then turned around and ran into the elevator. The patients and medical staff that were around the hospital corridors saw what just happened.
Charles chased Nancy as she ran ahead.
"Oh, that's Mr. Fu, right?"
"Yes indeed. The woman he was chasing was Director Nancy. That was odd, though. Were they playing the cat-catches-mouse? I'm confused."
"Ha! Is Director Nancy sick? What is wrong with her? It's flu season. Maybe she could have caught it. Otherwise, how could such an elegant woman run around the hospital like that in just a hospital gown, even?"
Everyone started having guesses about what was really happening.
Nancy started running out of breath while Charles kept following her without difficulty.
She staggered into the ward,
sat down, and gasped.
"Nancy, where are you heading to?" Charles wasn't able to sleep well last night and now he was full of sweat after chasing Nancy, apparently.
"Achoo!" Nancy sneezed uncontrollably.