"I told you, Luke Land, you won’t die. Stop saying nonsense!" Eva Miller shouted at him. Seeing her anxiety for him, it was surely not fake to say he was not happy.
Eventually, Luke Land ended up in the hospital. Even though he didn’t want to go back there, this time he decided that if he couldn’t get Eva Miller to admit her feelings for him, he would resolutely not be discharged.
Having already spoken with the chief doctor, all the doctors and nurses knew Luke Land was faking illness; naturally, they would only help cover for him and never expose him.
At nine in the morning, the chief doctor came to conduct a physical examination on Luke Land, his expression was very serious, making Eva Miller uneasy.
"Miss Miller, could I speak with you for a moment?" the doctor asked Eva Miller.
Eva Miller glanced at Luke Land, who was asleep with his eyes closed, hesitated for a moment but nodded.
In the long silent corridor, the chief doctor looked at Eva Miller, wanting to speak but hesitating.
"Doctor, go ahead, it’s okay, I can take it..." Eva Miller actually already had a hunch in her heart; she knew the doctor was going to talk about Luke Land’s condition.
"It’s like this, Miss Miller, we’ve done our best for Mr. Land. The car accident affected him greatly, and his heart is gradually failing. It’s estimated, estimated he won’t live past six months..." The doctor recorded every word according to what Luke Land said.
"Six months?" Eva Miller was hit by a bolt from the blue, she simply couldn’t accept this fact. How could a man who is so shameless actually be so fragile and not live past six months?
"Doctor, there must be a way, right? Heart failure, well, you can perform a heart transplant surgery, if you find a suitable one, wouldn’t it be fine?" Eva Miller grabbed the man’s wrist in front of her, eyes filled with expectation.
The doctor just shook his head.
Honestly, he wasn’t an actor, and in front of Eva Miller, he couldn’t keep up the pretense anymore.
Eva Miller returned to the ward heartbroken, sat down in front of the bed, looked at the man lying there, her eyes red and sore.
"Luke Land, how did things turn out like this? You can’t have anything happen, you mustn’t have anything happen. If you die, who will let me bully them, who will let me hit them and scold them, who will go buy my favorite food for me...?" The tears she’d held back for a long time finally fell, large drops fell on the white bedsheet and quickly spread.
"I really don’t want you to die, please, you must hold on."
Because she knew, in this world, besides Luke Land, no one else could tolerate her bad temper.
Luke Land listened to her cries, feeling distressed himself. He wished not to see her shed a single tear. He slowly opened his eyes and gently held her small hand, wrapping it in his palm.
"What’s wrong? Why are you crying?" His voice sounded very weak, lacking strength. Seeing him awake, Eva Miller quickly withdrew her hand and wiped her eye corners with the back of her hand.
"Nothing, nothing, it’s good you’re awake..."
Eva Miller didn’t want him to see anything suspicious, so as to prevent him from overthinking.
"Actually, I heard everything you said just now."