Pause for a moment and add, "It's quite hard."

"Not bad, this is a special case, I haven't encountered it before," Nancy pulled him up with a smile. "I just came to see you. The patient is still in a coma and I have to keep an eye on them. I may not be able to see you."

Saying that, Nancy took out all the cash she had, leaving only a hundred and a few small notes. "It's too late. Don't bother running back. Rest here at night and remember to have breakfast on your way back by yourself tomorrow morning."

Carl was about to say no, but when he felt his pocket, he remembered that he had not brought much money. After paying for the taxi fare last night, he had fifteen dollars left, which was not enough money to go back.

He thought for a moment, took a hundred from her hand, and before he could take it back, Nancy had already stuffed all the money into his hand. "Take it. It's your private money."

Saying that, she playfully sniffed at him.

Carl smiled but said nothing.

"Stop smoking here and go to sleep. I'll take a nap too," Nancy pointed to the office, indicating that she would go to rest there. Carl nodded and added, "Nancy, don't take to heart what May said earlier."

Nancy nodded blankly, her nose tingling a little. "Well, I won't bother with her."

Hearing her say that, Carl heaved a sigh of relief.

Back in the office, Nancy wiped her face with a wet wipe and was just about to lie down on her desk to sleep when she received a call from Ben, "OK, I'll be right there."

As she came out of the office, Nancy sneaked into Room 3 and saw Carl lying on his side on the bed, as if asleep.

"What exactly is going on? !" Rushing to 302, Nancy pushed open the slightly ajar door and asked.

Ben looked anxious. "I'm not quite sure either. It just seems that his condition is very bad."

Nancy glanced at him, pursed her lips and didn't ask anything. Instead, she strode over to check on Eric who was lying in bed. "Tell me his reaction before, as detailed as possible."

As she spoke, Nancy did not look back. She took out a thermometer to take Eric's temperature and checked the bandaged area.

After Ben finished speaking carefully, Nancy frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be too nervous. I think he must have been in so much pain just now, that's why those situations occurred."

After a while, Nancy took the thermometer and looked at it. "Good news, his temperature is starting to drop."

"Really? That's great," Ben grinned with joy, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and Nancy frowned and thought to herself, "If the temperature doesn't go up and down repeatedly, it's really good news."

Eric's situation was complicated and he had just undergone surgery, so he was afraid to take medicine easily. What he feared most was fever and infection at this time. But he had a fever at this very moment, if it happened again... Nancy didn't dare to think about it.

Without sleepiness, Nancy stayed by the hospital bed, taking Eric's temperature every half an hour to an hour, and couldn't help asking Ben, "Has he always been like this?" !"

"Well, maybe, I haven't noticed either." Ben scratched his head and laughed a little simple-minded.

Nancy said nothing and wrote down her newly measured temperature in the notebook beside her.

Ben poked his head in and said, "It seems to be in good condition. The temperature drops every once in a while."

'Yes.' Nancy gave Eric a worried look and dared not say something that was somewhat disturbing in her heart.

An hour later, Ben, seeing that Nancy was still, reminded, "Dr. Nancy, it's time to take the colonel's temperature."

Seeing that she didn't move, he noticed that Nancy was asleep with her hand resting on her forehead, her ponytail over her shoulders, and the end of her hair rubbing against her face. Nancy let out a murmur and frowned.

With a quiet tongue sticking out, Ben couldn't bear to call her and took his own thermometer to take Eric's temperature.

"Dr. Nancy is not right," Ben turned pale with anEricty after looking at the thermometer. "Colonel..."

Awakened, Nancy, without waiting for him to finish speaking, rushed to have a look. "Thirty-eight degrees and seven?" ! How could it soar so much all at once!"

Nancy quickly wrote down the numbers and flipped through the results of the tests Eric had done before she arrived, looking at them one by one. Nancy's brows knitted tighter and tighter. "Oh no, they missed one test."

"Quick, get someone to bring a mobile hospital bed," Nancy, suppressing her pounding heart, waved at Ben with composure. "After the check-up, we still have to check the wound to rule out the possibility of infection."

Seeing Nancy's serious expression, Ben didn't dare to delay and rushed out at full speed. But he had no idea that Nancy was giving him instructions only because she was so scared that her legs gave way.

Looking back at Eric, Nancy couldn't help but have the thought that he was still so young, and her eyes turned red instantly.

Walking over and touching Eric's head, Nancy felt inexplicably upset. "Bared little cat, you must be fine."

Nancy herself didn't know why this was happening, but subconsciously felt that she didn't want this person to die, and in fact, she could watch someone die right in front of her.

It's said that doctors see life and death, but she... She can't be so calm as to watch a living person just disappear before her eyes...

The sadness flashed and Nancy was pulled back to reality by the reason that had been poured back into her mind.

After seeing the test data, Nancy quickly ruled out the possibility that Eric was infected, and then collapsed and sat down on the stool. Seeing Ben still looking at her, she waved at him and said, "It's okay. Don't be afraid."

"All right, I believe you." Ben also breathed a sigh of relief.

But that certain voice gave Nancy a moment of distraction, and she remembered that in the operating room, Eric said in a pine-scented voice, "As she said."

He gave her his life so easily, too, because of a trust.

At this thought, Nancy got all fired up, stood up and waved at Ben, "Come on, we'll take him back to the ward."

The dark eyes looked at her for a second, and Ben forced a crying smile, "Sister, can you wait for me for two minutes? My legs are weak."

With a unkind smile, Nancy nodded, "OK, just two minutes."

Returning to his bed, Eric had no idea how many people had been worn out by him that night. He felt as if he had had a long dream, in which he had gone through a season of dark and difficult battles, and he and his comrades roared into the hail of bullets.

"Um." With a short breath, Eric opened his eyes slightly and saw a face staring at him in a trance...