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.

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

the old couple. Tears welled up in the old man’s eyes, and his

like he wanted to help wipe away his wife’s tears, but

stop looking at them. She looked at the dark clouds outside. It was about to rain once

the doctor. Coincidentally, it was the same doctor that she saw the last time. The

helplessness and irritation.

see me before?”

nodded and showed the doctor her identity card. The doctor keyed her name into the computer. Josephine’s file

reproached, “Weren’t you the one who wanted to keep your baby? You…” She could not find her words at that moment because it would be too harsh a scolding, so she held back

just finished

what she meant and lowered her head,

uterus and from the looks of it, it has been inflamed for a few days. Why did you wait until

and clenched the corner of her shirt.

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 to scare

Josephine could not speak. She said with a softened tone, “What about your husband? Have you

her

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

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

communicate with your husband, and if that doesn’t work, you can ask the law for help. You can’t just let him have his

medicine; you still need to be on a drip for at least five consecutive days. You must come and do

was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide when she heard

doctor said.

doctor lectured her for a while before prescribing her a huge dose of medication. Josephine

head out of the hospital, she bumped into Lewis coming toward her. She clenched

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

more. Stop complaining.” Lewis was holding onto her. His words were harsh, and he barely had any emotion on his face. It was

at him. “Oh, now you’re worried? You jerk! Look at

look quite sprightly. I guess your injuries aren’t that serious after