My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Lucian caught a cold after being in the chilly wind for a short while because he wasn't wearing a cap or scarf when he disembarked from the helicopter. The next day, he turned sickly.

Afraid that he would pass it to Amanda, Cooper and Sally took two separate cars from the hotel to the hospital, bringing with them a child each.

Sally took Amanda to the inpatient department while Cooper led Lucian to the outpatient department for an injection.

Because of Herbert's unique identity, he was the only one on the eighth floor of the inpatient department. Those from the Zeigler family took turns coming to care for him every day.

Regretfully, he was still in a coma even then.

When Amanda entered the ward and saw Herbert unconscious, she trotted to the side of his bed and carefully took his hand.

Intending to give Amanda some space to keep the man company alone for a while, Sally left the ward.

She went to the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette as she stood by the window.

That part of the building faced the south gate of the hospital. She casually glanced out the window and saw a taxi coming to a stop in front of the building. Someone then alighted from the vehicle.

The man who got out of the taxi was tall and bore a vague resemblance to Stefan.

Doesn't he have a class this morning?

Sally was stunned for a few seconds. Upon seeing that the person downstairs appeared to have entered the hospital, she took out her phone and called Stefan.

The ringing tone persisted for a long time before Stefan finally answered the call. “Hello, Sally.”

“I think I spotted you going into the hospital through the south gate. What happened?” Sally asked mildly, for she could hear something amiss in his voice.

“It's nothing. I just sustained a minor injury,” Stefan mumbled vaguely.

Sally was just about to press for an answer when a voice drifted out from the other end of the phone. It sounded like a nurse confirming with Stefan whether he was making an appointment with the orthopedic department. Right after that, the call was disconnected.

She suddenly remembered that Stefan seemed to have been nursing his right arm when he climbed out of the taxi earlier.

Yet, he had told her that he merely sustained a minor injury. That had her worried out of her mind.

Striding over to the door of the ward, she peeked in. After ascertaining that Amanda was still talking to Herbert, she hurried toward the elevator.

When she arrived at the orthopedic department, however, she didn't see any signs of Stefan.

She again phoned the man. The instant the call was connected, she stated, “I know you made an appointment with the orthopedic department. I'm right at the door. Where are you?”

Stefan was intimidated by her intense aura and told her he was in the CT scan room.

Following the directions on the signage, Sally made her way to the CT scan room. She arrived just as Stefan had completed his CT scan. But then, he needed to wait ten minutes to obtain the results.

She walked over and scrutinized his right arm. “What happened?”

“When I stepped out of the dorm this morning, someone threw a pot of daffodils down. It hit me. There's no staff on duty in the infirmary on campus during the holidays, and my arm hurt badly, so I came to the hospital to have it checked out.”

A deep frown marred Sally's countenance, and she asked in concern, “Is it fractured?”