For the following days, Farrah accompanies Bob and shows him around the hospital. She familiarizes him with the various departments and gives him information and tips about the hospital and the staff.The past few days have been the happiest days of Farrah"s life. She gives an extra effort to meet his expectations. She wanted to get his attention.
At the moment, Farrah is giving Bob a tour of the first floor. "That"s the emergency room," she points to a room bustling with people. "This is the inpatient department, and over there is the conference room," she adds, pointing to the respective areas.
Bob nods, committing everything to memory.
"Dr. Woods," Farrah says, handing him a thick binder. "Here"s the information you were asking for last time. All the surgical cases for the past decade have been compiled here. It"s quite a lot, though."
He beams back as he accepts the binder gratefully. "Oh, thank you so much! I am glad that you have arranged everything for me. I can never imagine that there is such a good person like you."
Farrah is entirely professional around Bob, not letting him see her true feelings.
But whenever she comes back home from work, she lies alone in bed and recalls every moment they spent together. She cherishes every word he speaks to her, and every smile he gives her. She"s floating in cloud nine while thinking those moments they spent together every day.
The more she works with him, the more she realizes how perfect he is.
After three days, Bob has learned everything he needs to know about the hospital and starts treating patients. Farrah goes back to her regular s.h.i.+ft.
One of the patients in the pediatric department needs an intravenous drip, and Farrah prepares the supplies and goes to the child"s ward to inject the patient.
A 7-year-old boy is particularly naughty. As soon as he sees Farrah come in with a needle, he screams and struggles desperately in his bed. No amount of rea.s.surance calms him down.
Farrah holds an injection in one hand and grasps the child"s arm with the other. She tries to locate a vein to inject, but the boy"s struggles make it extremely difficult for her to work.
The boy"s parents are present in the ward. The father looks slightly drunk, and his yellowing teeth hint at a history of regular smoking. The mother is dressed in a short and tight dress and black fishnet stockings. She"s playing with her mobile phone, a bored look on her face.
Neither of them seems to have any intention of helping Farrah. They don"t care about their son"s violent reaction.
Farrah looks up and says, "Please help me hold your son"s arms so he won"t move around. I"m afraid this will go wrong if he keeps moving,"
The man replies scornfully, "How did you become a nurse if you can"t even deal with a child? I"m too tired to help you do your job!"
Farrah feels instantly embarra.s.sed. The boy is refusing to cooperate, and his parents don"t seem to care at all. The situation renders her speechless.
Despite her shock, she has no choice but to ask the mother for help. "Please hold his arm."
The woman puts down her phone with a heavy sigh and comes closer to hold the boy"s arm.
Farrah quickly finds the vein and disinfects it. Just as she is about to p.r.i.c.k the vein, the boy breaks free of his mother"s hold, causing the needle to land on his bicep. The boy wails in pain.
Eyes widening in alarm, Farrah quickly pulls out the needle and puts a band-aid on the puncture. Then she attempts to inject the boy again.
But the father marches towards Farrah with a grim face. "What the h.e.l.l did you do? Are you really a nurse? Did you hurt my boy on purpose?"
Farrah takes her job seriously and doesn"t appreciate being verbally abused like this. How unreasonable! How is this my fault?
Despite her irritation, she remains calm and answers politely, "Sir, your child is clearly making a fuss. I asked for your a.s.sistance, but you wouldn"t help. I"m only human, sir. I can"t do anything if the patient and the family are not willing to cooperate."
The man"s face turns red, and he becomes angrier. He grabs her collar and spits ferociously, "Are you saying this is my fault? You"ll pay for hurting my son! Give me a thousand dollars, or I won"t spare you!"
Farrah stares at him in shock. What the h.e.l.l? Is he threatening me? Refusing to help and blaming me for what happened is one thing, but demanding a thousand dollars for something that"s not my fault is absurd! This is a hospital, not a bank!
Her anger gives way to fright when the man"s grip tightens. Not wanting to antagonize the man any further, she endures the abuse and asks calmly, "Sir, can you let me go first?"
The man shouts angrily, "Stop bulls.h.i.+tting me! Give me the money first! "
Farrah looks to the mother for help, but the woman avoids her eyes. She has no one to rely on but herself. "Sir, I don"t have any money with me. If you don"t let me go, how can I give you any money?"
"That"s not my problem! Borrow money from your colleagues! I"ll only let you go when you give me the money!"
The man looks like a mad dog snapping ferocious teeth at her. Farrah starts to panic.
At that moment, a tall man in a white coat strides into the room. He grabs the man"s wrist and twists it off Farrah"s collar.
With a crisp snap, the man"s wrist is dislocated.
Farrah balances herself on her feet and looks up at her savior, only to see Bob"s handsome face looming threateningly over the hostile man.
The heroic scene makes Farrah fall even more in love with Bob. She will never forget the way her heart leaped at the sight. Her heart overflows with indescribable emotions.