Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

Whenever Greyson thought of this, he felt so sad, and looked at James’ back with anger.

He was still young, had more chances. He would make James, the bastard pay for it one day for sure!

James kept looking at the emergency room, paying no attention to Greyson who had been staring at him angrily.

Soon doctors and nurses arrived with a hospital bed.

Roland went up to speak to them seriously and then led them to James.

“Mr. James, please get on the bed. They’ll treat your wound now.”

Roland walked up to James and said.

James looked at the emergency room, which was still closed. He hesitated for a second and nodded slightly before he climbed onto the bed with difficulty while holding the hospital gown.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please leave it to me.” One of the nurses said to James quickly while holding the split hospital gown. They immediately pushed the hospital bed towards the emergency room on the other side.

James covered his belly to stop blood coming out while holding the split gown with the other hand. He took the gown closer to him and said, “It’s ok. I’ll carry it myself.”

Hearing this, the nurse didn’t urge him and let go of the gown.

James lay on the bed, looking at the closed emergency room through the gap between the nurses. He looked sad and grabbed the gown tightly in his hand.

He didn’t stop his gazing at the emergency room until his bed was pushed into the other emergency room, which was then closed.

After James had been transferred to the surgical bed, the doctors and nurses took out a pile of instruments and drugs required to treat his wounds. Several small vials of drugs were then dispensed and put into the syringe, which was about to be applied to him when he stopped the nurse.

“Is there any anesthetic in it?” asked James.

The wound was so deep that an urgent treatment was required. Running off her feet, the nurse really didn’t have time for such an unprofessional question raised by a patient.

But the nurse replied considering his identity.

“Yes.” She wouldn’t bother to say one more word.

The nurse grabbed James’s hand and wiped his arm with an alcohol pad. Before she gave him the injection, the air bubbles were squeezed out of the syringe, and she was ready for the injection.

“I don’t want to take any narcotics and sedative drugs. Remove those for me.” said James.

Angela had been in the emergency room for a while. He needed his surgery to be finished as soon as possible so he could know how she was the first time, even if he couldn’t go see her after his surgery.

“No.” The doctor declined him with a serious look before the nurses replied to him.

“Anesthetics and sedatives are required for your surgery; otherwise, you won’t get through it!”

“I don’t take them. Thanks.” James said, turning his head to the doctor.

The doctor looked more serious because he had to deal with such an unreasonable man while he was running off his feet. “Mr. James, maybe you have been used to issue orders, but you are now my patient in the hospital, you need to listen to me.”

“There have been some patients who insisted on not taking anesthetics and sedatives because they were worried about the sequela to their body or whatsoever. But as soon as the surgery began, they couldn’t stand the pain and anesthetics and sedatives had to be applied again.”

“I can assure you that the injections of drugs like anesthetics and sedatives basically will not result in any sequela to your body if you are worried about it.”

In order to save as much time as possible, the doctor said very fast while the nurses were preparing for the surgery fast and neat.

“I can stand the pain.” said James.

“I’m fully responsible for it myself if any unnecessary trouble occurs afterwards.”

All doctors disliked patients who loved to boss around while knowing nothing about the surgery. With a large needle in his hand, which would be applied to stitching the wound, the doctor shouted,

“The wound on your belly is not long but deep, while the wound on your hand is not deep but long, both of which need to be stitched during the surgery.”

“You will get at least a few dozen stitches for the treatment of the two wounds, each of which will have to go through your flesh. Are you sure you can stand such pain?”

Without hesitation or batting an eyelid, James confirmed with a low hum.

“Dr. Watts, everything is ready.” A nurse said.

The doctor looked at James with anger for a second and said,

“Well, I’ll just save my breath since you insist on it. Let me know when you can’t stand it and we’ll give you the injection of anesthetics and sedatives.”

“Okay.”

James nodded at the doctor.

“Let’s start now.”

The doctor said to the nurses.

“Someone hold him and keep him stay put.”

A nurse answered and came forward with a serious look. She held James hard in case he squirmed because of the excessive pain, which would affect the doctor’s operation during the surgical process.

The veins on James’s arm bulged when the needle and thread went through his flesh. His face looked pale while cold sweat ran down on his forehead.

Seeing this, the nurse held him harder, getting prepared for his struggling. To her surprise, he just exerted his strength without any struggle.

Such pain was not something that an ordinary person could endure. She didn’t expect a pampered president like him would stand such a great pain without even a groaning.

The doctor deliberately exerted his strength in the hope that James would cave in earlier so he could inject the anesthetics and sedatives and finish the operation ASAP.

But to his surprise, he got through it after quite a while, but James with a pale face didn’t squirm at all.

The doctor became more cautious with his move and didn’t say anything.

James breathed fast with cold sweat running down his cheeks as he felt the piercing pain coming from his body to his brain.

It was not long before his face was covered with sweat and his shirt was dampened clinging to his broad back.

“Just let me know if you can’t take it anymore. It’s just the beginning. We can still inject anesthetic now.”

The doctor stopped and said after glancing at him.

“No.” James said, grabbing the hospital gown in his hand.

“Please be quick. I’m in a hurry.”

The doctor frowned, “It will only hurt more if I make it any faster.”

“Yes, please.”

James replied to the doctor immediately.

The doctor looked at him confused, but accelerated the stitch without saying anything.

James suffered a lot from every stitch that went through his flesh. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He only cared about Angela at that moment.

Just like what Sean had thought, it was just a misunderstanding between James and Angela, as she had never cheated on James.

But he didn’t feel happy at all. He would prefer that Angela had cheated on him rather than having been wrong about her.