Stuck in you

The man next to Rachel was the one she was meant to give Wendy's message to. She had accepted the task and naturally, she would deliver the message.

As she was working up the nerve to talk, carefully crafting her words just in case, Vincent surprised her by saying,

"You look familiar, Ms. Shen."

Rachel watched him with slight astonishment. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes focus intently on the road. "Are you working in a hospital?" he asked, looking towards her before focusing back on the road. "I have seen you several times."

Rachel nodded, "In the New District Hospital."

"Well, that must be it," he muttered quietly. Rachel couldn't help but steal another look at him. This time there was a meaningful look on Vincent's face.

After that the car was silent for a moment. Rachel watched as the road got darker and darker. Vincent didn't seem to mind as he drove on the national highway, preparing to take a detour.

Rachel swallowed and said, "Miss Wen asked me to send a message to you for her."

It would seem like hearing the name of his sister didn't faze Vincent, but Rachel noticed that he tightened his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Okay." He looked calm, almost aloof, as if she had spoken about the weather. "What message?"

It looked as if he didn't care about it at all, Rachel thought. She paused, studying his face before repeating what Wendy had asked her to say. "Stay out of it and go back."

Rachel couldn't make out his expression clearly, but she didn't need to. She felt the atmosphere in the car suddenly changed as the man beside her register her words.

Vincent was trying hard to control his emotions and managed a cold, clipped thank you to Rachel.

It was clear as day that the brother and sister of the Wen family had some issues. After that, the car once again was filled with silence, and it was kept that way. When they arrived at the entrance of the community, Vincent surprised Rachel by saying, "Thank you."

Rachel unfastened the seat belt, but she didn't get out of the car immediately. Something inside her was rooting her to her seat, where she stayed for a while.

They spent a few seconds in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Vincent's fingers rested on the steering wheel, and the engine was still buzzing. A moment later, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I want to ask you a favor, Ms. Shen. If possible, tell her..." He hesitated for a moment. "Never mind." He shook his head slightly as if shaking off the thought, "Thank you for your help today."

Vincent thanked her for the third time, and Rachel couldn't help but notice that the more he thanked her, the stranger she felt. There was no reason for her to interfere. After she got out of the car, she watched the car leave the residential area slowly. Then she turned around and went in.

On the other side, Jack had sent Celine back to her apartment. When they arrived, she stopped making a scene.

Her complaints and anger gradually disappeared after she entered the room. But she still kept shedding tears. Celine sat quietly on the sofa as Jack stood beside her, taking a moment to watch her before speaking up. "You can't say anything until you've dried your tears,"

tears on her face,

her well, and even though he was well aware of her temper, he was

tears. While he worked, he noticed her bare shoulders, and thought she could be cold crossed his mind; he got up to get a small blanket from the

throwing the towel to the side and

felt his anger evaporating and instead, he sat back down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her softly in his arms. "Don't cry, I won't go," he said as she gripped onto him

his arms and comfort her, reassure her of everything, but he just held her in his arms, unable to say a word. How could he say anything when his mind was drifting back to the woman he left

But instead of dulling on it, she took out

come by that day to get a check-up. She agreed and asked him to

shift was done, Rachel found herself drinking another glass of water at break. Celia, who had noticed the tired look on her face, asked with concern, "Dr. Shen, why don't you rest for

shook her head immediately. That month, she had asked for leave several times. "I'll take more medicine

big accident came in and Rachel pushed all her tiredness to the back of her

head seemed as if it

thing she should do, she grabbed the nearest thermometer and sat down, her body sagging in relief. As she was

as she sat up straight. He drew back his hand with a frown on his face. "You have a

was indeed a little hotter than earlier. There was no need to take

opened the drawer and

anything, he handed her the glass. She grabbed it from him with a small grateful smile and then put a few pills in her mouth, swallowing them down with

as she had been working, probably because she had been too busy to notice her discomfort, but now that she was calmly sipping

took an antipyretic stick and carefully put it on Rachel's

who was about to knock on the door, watched their interaction, and since she hadn't been seen or heard by either of them, she gave

her hand and knocked before entering. The two people inside looked up watching the nurse enter the room. It was then that she noticed Rachel's forehead and realize

why don't you take a break in the afternoon?" she asked

thermometer told them it was over 39 degrees centigrade. Rachel shook her head

for leave

care of patients

she really think she could still pretend she was fine? It looked as if she could barely walk right at that moment. Even though he was angry at her irresponsible actions, he felt sorry for her. He turned towards the nurse who had been watching the exchange silently. "Celia, could you please go

turned

wait," Rachel called out. Lucas looked at her and snapped, "You're not made of iron. Do you really think

to cry or laugh, but she did neither. Instead, she shook her head, a small smile on her face. "You have misunderstood. Eric said he would come over at

at Lucas.

Lucas sounded confused. "What's wrong with him?" he asked with an eyebrow

time ago," Rachel said. Eric got

the scene of last night, when she was left behind

meet that man, bad things happen,' she thought to herself as she let out