Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

What was worse, the big tree that was used to fasten the rope was flushed away by the flood and drifted downstream.

"Wesley!" Blair yelled at the top of her lungs. If it weren't for several people dragging her back from the water's edge, she would have jumped into the water to follow him.

"Girl, don't worry. We'll save him." Two rescue workers tried to comfort Blair. Then they ran downstream along the banks while trying to raise other workers on their walkie-talkies.

Blair broke free from those people's grip and ran after the rescue workers barefoot.

Blair had never been in such a pitiful state before. Her hair was dripping wet, plastered to her head, and there were even leaves on her face and shoulders. Her clothes weren't in the best state, either. The harness had done nothing to enhance her appearance. Due to high fever, her face was as red as a tomato. Her lips were blue with cold. Splotches of mud marred her otherwise elegant beauty.

Her sneakers were gone, and she had minor cuts and grazes along her once-smooth feet. She looked much more like a homeless person than a young professional woman.

"Wesley!" Blair cried his name hysterically while running downstream, but Wesley was nowhere to be found.

Her head was splitting thanks to the high fever. Blair staggered. When two men caught up to her to steady her, her eyes dulled and she slumped to the ground.

'Wesley, please be safe!' This was her only wish before she lost consciousness.

By the time Blair woke up again, she was in the military hospital in Y City. She opened her eyes, and the first person she lay eyes on was Miller.

When he saw her open her eyes, Miller immediately pressed the nurse-call button. Soon, a doctor and several nurses hurried in and gave her a thorough check-up.

"How are you feeling now? Are you hurt anywhere?" the doctor asked.

Blair nodded. "I have a headache." She raised her hand and touched the bandage around her forehead.

"When you passed out, you bumped your head on a rock. Don't worry. There doesn't seem to be any lasting damage. An MRI confirmed no bruising or bleeding in your brain. We'll need to run some more tests to be sure. Is anything else hurting?" the doctor asked.

for reaction time and memory. They even gave her cognitive

test results, the doctor told Miller, "Miss Li is expected to recover quickly. We're going to keep her under

you

Blair, "Are you hungry or thirsty?

had been asleep. She was now both thirsty and

warm water, put it on the table, rolled up her bed and put the water to her lips. With his help, Blair drank the

the rescue site. After a while, they brought you back. You were unconscious then. We rushed

water. She still felt thirsty, but she knew she shouldn't drink

go grab something for you.

"Thank you."

could just reach the counter where it sat. She nearly dropped it, but managed

Adalson got the call

Her voice trailed off as she didn't know how to say it. From the moment she woke up, all she wanted to know was if Wesley was all right. She had to get Miller out of the room so she could

ten more people. He got some

relief when she heard Wesley

ward?" she

a short pause, Adalson eventually told her the room

bottle. Words were printed on it, describing the

him to be anywhere near

hospital cafeteria was closed at this hour, so Miller found a restaurant nearby. He came back with some takeout—it smelled amazing. Blair ate the food slowly, trying to get her stomach used to food. When she was full, there was still more than half of it left. "My mom says you're too thin. You need to eat more,"

more bites, but then she dropped the chopsticks again. She always ate like a bird, and she

I need some sleep," Blair said and looked at

up the food containers, putting them back

can go home when this is finished. I don't need another.

"Alright. Get some sleep. I'll let