When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 486

Ashton patted my hand in consolation. “To consult a doctor. Just chat with the doctor later and try not to overthink things. Just answer whatever the doctor asks, okay?”

I nodded, but a feeling of suffocation assailed me in this cramped space.

About ten minutes later, an elderly man in a white coat walked in. He looked like he was in his sixties.

Glancing at Ashton, the elderly man flashed him a faint smile and inclined his head a fraction in greeting. Subsequently, his gaze alighted on me.

Shortly after, a few seconds at most, he turned his gaze on Ashton. He said nothing pertinent, merely questioning mildly, “Are you staying, Ashton?”

Ashton nodded.

At this, the doctor pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow though he didn’t comment further on this matter.

He glanced at the document in his hand before focusing his gaze on me. “How’s your sleep recently?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I answered. Inwardly, however, I was already feeling a tad irritable – for I hated such a cramped space and chatting as though I was being interrogated.

As my stomach roiled, I abruptly bolted to my feet and rushed to the washroom without waiting for his next question.

puke, so I vomited blood in the

I glimpsed the flash of red, I myself was stunned. Why is there

doctor looked at me, his gaze radiated worry, and

again, “Don’t wander around. Wait for me downstairs or in the corridor, but

nodded before flashing him

considerably. Shifting his gaze to the doctor, he suggested, “How about this? I’ll come over another day when I’m free, and we’ll talk in

cast a glance at me. Then, he nodded and sighed

the car, I stared at his slightly pale face. “Is

his profound gaze alighted on my face. As he caressed my face with his long and slender fingers, he answered in a gentle voice, “No. Don’t think so much. Perhaps your stomach just isn’t feeling great, so we’ll have Joseph come over later

me with such a remark. As my gaze remained locked on

knew full well what was happening here, but neither

tightly as though reluctant to step away for

drowsy, yet my sleep

keeping watch beside me. When I woke up after dozing off for a bit, I seemingly saw

voice wasn’t loud,

voice was rife with barely restrained emotions as he countered whatever

profile emanated a faint sense of isolation and obstinacy.

to be persuading him, for he went silent for

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