HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 19

DANIELLA'S POV

Please, Nuella, just go. Don't visit Anna

"Thank you so much for the food," she said, smiling politely.

"You are welcome, my dear," they all replied warmly.

Nuella checked the time, then covered her mouth with her palm.

"Oh my God! I really need to go now. I'll surely visit again," she said hurriedly.

"Okay, my darling. Goodbye, dear," they said as they hugged her one by one.

"Anna will kill you," Ryan teased.

"That's true. How could you forget to visit Anna?" Mr. Grande added, laughing.

"Oh God! How could I forget? I'll visit her right now," she said, already moving toward the door.

She walked out, and I followed her. My father trailed behind us.

The rest, including Ryan, watched us from the projector. They saw everything from the moment we entered Anna's room.

"Anna, it's been so long," Nuella said softly, but Anna didn't respond. I smiled faintly.

Nuella glanced at Dr. Tim.

"Give me her health record," she said, her tone firm. Dr. Tim handed it to her without hesitation.

"Anna has been like this for far too long. This isn't normal. She only had an accident," Nuella said, handing her bag to her assistant. She turned to Dr. Tim again.

"Tell me, what is her treatment routine?"

"She has passed the stage of active treatment. We're now administering drips to strengthen her muscles and help her wake up," Dr. Tim replied.

"Which energy drip?" Nuella asked, frowning slightly.

"Just the standard ones we use in the hospital, nothing out of the ordinary," he replied.

"Ah, okay. This one here?" she asked, picking up a bag of drip from the table.

"Yes, exactly that one," Dr. Tim confirmed.

"And you don't mix anything into it?"

"No, we just give it to her as it is," he said.

"Okay, so you just hang it like this?" she asked, removing the old drip and replacing it with the new one.

"Just like that," Dr. Tim said, nodding.

Nuella nodded thoughtfully, then picked up a microscope. My heart sank into my stomach.

"Don't mind me, I'm just being a doctor," she said with a small smile.

Dr. Tim nodded but looked uneasy.

"So how come the color is different? You just said you don't mix anything," Nuella said, her voice sharp.

"What are you implying? Are you trying to frame me? Scientifically, drips can change color. If you want, you can look at the others," he snapped defensively.

My father took the microscope and inspected the other drips.

"They're all different, Nuella. It might be the weather," he said calmly.

I smiled inwardly. Thank God I infected them all earlier today.

"Oh, is it? I'm so sorry. Hope you don't mind me borrowing this," Nuella said, grabbing the suspicious drip and running out.