"Go ahead. We will wait for you," Rachel said and Eric vanished quickly.
Before long, he came back as there were not many patients at noon.
Eric’s hand had properly healed.
After writing a short note requesting for leave, Rachel left the hospital with them. Her temperature had lowered a little.
Eric demonstrated great concern by feeling Rachel’s forehead, when he noticed her gloomy attitude. "Why don’t you get an intravenous drip before we go back?" he asked.
"That’s not necessary at all," answered Rachel. "I will be fine as long as I take some medicine."
Eric looked at Rachel with amusement and abruptly burst into laughter. "Turns out a doctor will get a fever too," he joked.
Rachel pursed her lips and leaned her head against the window without a word.
Lucas, who was driving, narrowed his eyes.
"Cover her with that blanket," he told Eric.
'What a considerate man!' thought Eric. It was at this point that he noticed that Lucas had brought a blanket specifically for Rachel to cover herself from the cold breeze.
He leaned over and whispered to Rachel, "Why is Lucas so nice to you?"
Rachel's heart missed a beat. She lifted her foot and stepped hard on his.
"Ouch!" shouted Eric in pain.
Lucas felt amused
and shook his head slightly.
They arrived at Rachel’s residence very quickly because the traffic was not very heavy.
As they all got
ke up for the mistake he had done. He knew he had to do something about it.
"Have you been to the doctor?" Jack asked.
"I am the doctor; which other doctor would you like me to see?"
"Have you taken your medicine?" Jack said, trying to change the subject.
"Why wouldn’t I take medicine if I am sick?"
Rachel was always on the defense and was acting like the proverbial hedgehog. Ever ready to prick whenever Jack told her anything.
Realizing how edgy she was towards him, Jack frowned and asked, "Have you eaten anything today?" "Not yet."
After a while Rachel asked with a ridiculous smile on her face, "Mr. Fu, would you like to buy me some dinner?"
"What would you like to eat?" Jack asked unexpectedly.
"Will you buy it?" she teased. "Yes I will," he answered seriously.
Jack wanted to make use of this opportunity to make up for what he had done yesterday.
Eric was still in queue impatiently waiting to buy porridge when Rachel’s call came through.
"You don’t have to buy the porridge, I am going to eat outside," Rachel said on the phone. Eric was completely sandwiched in the middle of the long queue and feeling claustrophobic because he hated crowds. The crowd was so big that one couldn’t see the end of it.
"Damn! Are you kidding me?"
Eric asked over the phone. After Rachel answered something, he retorted, "Who are you going to have dinner with?"