Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 105 What Are You Doing This For

The intense reaction caused Eileen to vomit everything she had eaten that night. Her lower abdomen was in even more pain, and she tightly clutched the bedsheet. The needle in the back of her hand was drawing blood, which frightened Mary into quickly calling a nurse. Upon seeing the situation, the nurse had no choice but to administer the IV to Eileen’s other hand.

Anxiously, Mary asked, “Will there be any problems? Look at how much pain she’s in. Isn’t there any other solution?”

The nurse adjusted the flow rate of the IV drip and said helplessly, “Severe reactions during menstruation are something we encounter several times a day in the hospital. We’ve done everything we can, but there’s really no other solution. She can only drink more brown sugar water, or perhaps massaging her lower abdomen might alleviate the symptoms.”

After the nurse left the room, Mary, with a hint of melancholy, suggested, “Should I go buy a bag of brown sugar?”

Eileen wanted to get some water, but Mary quickly handed it over to her. After rinsing her mouth, Eileen weakly collapsed onto the bed. “It’s alright, Mary. You should go next door and rest for a while. Dawn is breaking soon, and you still have work to do. Don’t tire yourself out.”

“How can I sleep when you’re in this state? Let me give you a massage.” Mary reached her hand into the blanket and massaged Eileen’s stomach through the fabric. “Does this feel any better?”

Eileen closed her eyes and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I’m feeling better now.”

“Then you should go to sleep. When you wake up, the pain will be gone.”

“All right.” Soon, Eileen fell asleep.

After all the commotion, it was already five in the morning. The sky was almost bright. Looking at Eileen, who was sound asleep, Mary withdrew her hand and stood up, her fingers numb.

However, as soon as she paused, the woman on the bed winced in pain, furrowing her brows. Mary couldn’t even take a break, not even for a moment. If this continued, her hands would surely give out.

Poor child…

Just then, Mary saw someone appearing at the door. She felt as if she had seen her savior.

in his hand. It was unclear what was inside it, but he

the

Mary looked at him with round, curious

man at first glance. She could see right through his

extremely restless figure sleeping on the bed. “What did the doctor

over and said softly, “Oh dear, don’t even mention it. Ms. Eileen is really suffering! She passed out from the pain, and the painkillers didn’t help even after she took a few more. Those pills have

the nutrient solution hanging on the rack. There were still three bottles left; it would take at least an hour or

rest now. I’ll keep

Mr. Snow. You

“I will.”

she couldn’t help but notice something off about the

slept until midnight, always half-asleep, half-awake, with intermittent pain. But later, the pain disappeared. She felt as if she was lying on a

was cut off after

pain she had felt before had disappeared. She could smell the disinfectant of the hospital

wrist. The woman was so sensitive, becoming extremely

bed and moved back a bit.

every emotion in her eyes-the rejection, the resistance, and

to see

and said indifferently, “You don’t need to put on a show. Even if you didn’t come to the hospital, Will wouldn’t blame you. Mary being here

He stood up, opened the thermos he brought from home, and said, “This is brown sugar water

don’t want to drink. You should go back!” Her

served a cup to Eileen, bringing it to her lips, leaving no room for refusal.

Clang!

the floor, rolled around a few