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As for the other scenario, Kevin didn't even want to think about it because he couldn't accept it.
How could a man like Pat be in a situation like this?
Kevin could not accept it. In his mind, someone like Patrick was a force to be feared even by the devil
himself. Patrick should live a long life.
Patrick slowly looked over at Kevin. There was no expression on his face.
He said lightly, “I won't tell her. You guys make sure not to scare her either.”
Gwendolyn would cry easily. Patrick didn't want to see her tears. He only wanted her to be happy and
gleeful all the time.
Kevin sighed. “If, and I mean if, I can't do anything and you pass, what's going to happen to her?”
Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion flashed across Patrick's face. He frowned slightly.
“I'll try my best to stay alive.”
He had no experience in this area. Even though it sounded dangerous, like he didn't have long to live,
he felt like as long as he stayed determined, he would get better.
Patrick was a confident man. In his world, it was as though he could do anything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven when it came to a matter of life and death, he felt like he could do it.
Kevin smiled. Seeing how sure Patrick was, Kevin felt glad.
As a doctor, he liked patients with a positive attitude. Naturally, he would do his best to make sure
nothing happened to Patrick too.
Just then, the ward door opened. Gwendolyn came in with an envelope containing some scans.
“Kevin, here you go. Does the scan look good?”
Looking at Patrick now, he looked much better than the state he was in two weeks ago.
He was slowly getting better. Gwendolyn was overjoyed that he was healing.
She hoped that he could recover completely and be discharged as a normal person. More than
anything, she wanted to see him live his life and go back to being the CEO of Lowen Group.
Kevin took the envelope from her hands. He glanced through the images. Just like before, the bullet
remained where it was. It was a good thing that it hadn't moved.
After looking through it, he glanced over to the bed.
The handsome man was dressed in a blue and white striped hospital gown. His gaze was focused on
the laptop screen as his slender fingers flew across the keyboard.
The beautiful, gentle woman poured him a glass of water.
In a soft voice, she said to him, “Drink some water. Don't tire yourself out too much. Does your head
still hurt?”
Kevin couldn't help but chuckle. He found himself feeling somewhat jealous of Patrick.
He stood up. “I'm going to get going now because I still have a surgery to attend to.”
He took the scans with him. Suddenly, Gwendolyn called out to him.
“Kevin, how were the scans? Is the injury in his brain healing well?”
Patrick's cold gaze turned toward Kevin. In response, Kevin smiled.
“It's looking good. His injury is almost completely healed.”
It made him sad to lie. Not only that, he had to say it with a smile. D*mn. This feeling sucks.
Especially when he looked at Patrick, his heart ached. If it were him in that position, he would hide it
from his partner and family too.
When Gwendolyn heard his reply, she felt relieved.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Thank you!”
A sweet smile spread across her face.
Patrick asked, “How long before I can get discharged?”
Lately, he had been doing all his work at the hospital. There were a lot of things he needed to deal with.
It wasn't convenient for him to be here, and he didn't like it either.
If it wasn't for Gwendolyn's company, he would have insisted on being discharged a long time ago.
Kevin furrowed his brows. “Pat, just stay a little longer, okay?”
After all, he had a bullet in his brain. It was a life-threatening situation. If he stayed in the ward, it would
be easier for them to deal with any unexpected scenarios that might pop up.
“No. Get me out of here as soon as possible. My injury is healed. It doesn't affect my life anymore.”
Right now, there was nothing but a bandage over his injury. That day, all they had done was some
emergency procedures to stop his bleeding. They hadn't operated on him. The injury was just a small
opening where the bullet had entered. With only two stitches, it healed relatively quickly.
Kevin's face darkened. “Pat, can't you just listen to me for once?”
Gwendolyn looked back and forth at the expressions of both men.
She cut into the conversation and suggested, “Patrick, we should listen to the doctor. Just stay here a
little longer, okay?”
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