What Separates Me and You

Chapter 68 What About Your Husband?

When Josephine came around, she was already in a bed at the hospital with an IV drip inserted into the back of her hand. Her abdomen did not hurt that much anymore.

She was alone in the room. She looked up at the IV drip and noticed that the bottle was almost. empty. She pushed herself up into a seated position and pressed the call button next to her.

In less than two minutes, a young doctor entered. He first changed the drip for Josephine before looking at her.

“How are you feeling?”

Josephine looked at the doctor for a short while before searching around for her phone. In the end, she found her phone on the nightstand next to the bed.

She picked her phone up and typed, “Doctor, what happened to me?”

The doctor looked at the text on her phone with a little surprise but soon collected himself. This was how everyone reacted whenever they realized she was mute. Josephine was used to it already.

“You passed out Once you’re done with the drip, go look for the doctor. She’ll tell you.’

Only then did Josephine realize the tag on his chest said that he was just an intern.

Josephine nodded and lay back down in bed, patiently waiting for the drip to finish. The room was quite empty, except for a paralyzed old man on a bed in the innermost corner. He could. not speak either Two mutes lay bedridden in the room, making it seem extremely quiet.

Josephine picked up her phone. It was already past 4 pm. Her phone was silent as no one had sent her any messages. She shut off her phone and turned to look at the old man in the corner.

A while later, a grey-haired old lady entered the room carrying multiple bags. She headed. directly to the old man’s bed, then swiftly grabbed a basin and a towel to wipe the old man. down.

After that, she fed the old man while muttering to him. She talked about how their grandchildren were being as parents or how much money their son had given them.

Then, the old lady started grumbling about how she had never once been happy marrying him, and she even had to care for him when he was old.

The old man could not speak but only moved his eyes, following the old lady around the room.

through, the old lady started to choke up. “You have to get better. I’ve cared for you for eight years. Every day I think about you lying in the hospital, and I’m starting to miss the good old

welled up in the old man’s eyes, and

like he wanted to help wipe away his

turned away to stop looking at them. She looked at the dark clouds outside. It was

of drip was emptied, she went to look for the doctor. Coincidentally, it was the same doctor that she saw the

helplessness and irritation.

see

showed the doctor her identity card. The doctor keyed

You…” She could not find her

finished surgery. Couldn’t you wait for at least a

she meant and lowered her

it has been inflamed for

her lips and clenched the corner of her shirt. Every single word made her face burn with embarrassment.

I didn’t warn you. If you still refuse to care for yourself, it won’t be as simple as an inflammation next time. It could be cancerous. I’m not trying

doctor seemed to remember that Josephine could not speak. She said with a softened

her

him to come. How could he not pay attention to your health? He clearly doesn’t care about

stunned. She immediately took her phone out and typed, “He’s on a

for a while before sighing and saying, “You should care for yourself more. Try to communicate with your husband, and if that doesn’t work, you can ask

to be on a drip for at least five consecutive days. You must come and do

to dig a hole

doctor said.

dose of medication. Josephine took

the hospital, she bumped into Lewis

in Sierra to have noticed Josephine. Sierra was limping with a walking stick, burying herself in Lewis’ arm while she complained, “I don’t know why I was so unlucky to sprain my ankle twice! I was going to get my contract signed today! That bitch

holding onto her. His words were harsh, and he barely had any emotion on his face. It was as if this was how they regularly bickered. This was their way of interaction.

you’re worried? You jerk! Look at my ankle! How could you

I guess your injuries aren’t that