The False Bride of the Mafia
Chapter 4: He's Alright
The news of Zian's disappearance has reached Master Lu's ears. Hearing that his youngest son disappeared and had not been found until this second made Master Lu's situation even worse after hearing that his youngest son had disappeared.
Devan did not tell him about the events that befell Zian, Master Lu found out after he accidentally heard the son's conversation with Alex about what befell his youngest son.
"Pa, why are you awake? Your condition is not stable!!" Devan puts his father's dinner on the table and approaches the middle-aged man who almost fell due to a loss of balance.
"Devan, what about your sister? Have you heard from Zian?"
Devan surprised. How could his father know what happened to Zian."Pa, you know what?" Devan.
"Papa overheard your conversation with Alex. Devan, what really happened to Zian? What bad things happened to him?" Master Lu needs an explanation.
"Papa should sit down first." Devan helped his father to sit in his bed. "I brought Papa dinner, you better eat first and then take the medicine."
"Zian, man,"
"Papa need not worry. Zian is fine, right now that he is at my junior's house, I already met him this morning. So Papa doesn't have to worry and think about it anymore. Think of Papa's health as well" Devan advised.
Devan looked at the father sadly. She knew how middle-aged she felt, she must have missed Zian so much and wanted to hug him. But a misunderstanding has their relationship strained and Zian hates their father.
"You go back to the hospital. Papa's fine."
"Papa sure?" Master Lu nodded. "Alright, if there's anything call me immediately." Pinta Devan's. He looked at his father worriedly.
Master Lu nodded. "All right, Papa knows. You go, kill your patients if you stay too long." Devan smiled thinly. Although it is not the heart, but Devan still left because his work is waiting. He has responsibility for his patients.
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"What exactly is your job?"
Nara lifted her face and looked at the young man sitting across the table. They're eating breakfast. "I'm an intern at the hospital where your sister works. He's my senior guide right there." Evidently.
"Well, you called me senior because you thought I was Devan?" Zian said make sure.
Nara nodded. "Yes, I think senior has a brain disorder. But it turns out I misidentified people. And to be honest, I admire you, with such severe injuries, you're still able to survive. You have good endurance. If it's anyone else, I'm not sure they're still capable of surviving." Nara said at length.
"It's not just one or two times that I've been hurt, and that kind of wound is certainly not a problem for me." Zian's reply chimed.
"I've checked for injuries to your left eye, fortunately it's only a mild injury and not fatal. While your stomach gunshot wound takes time to really get better. And it's best not to move too much because it can reopen the wound" Nara explained.
"Hn, great. Maybe the day after I'll get out of here, they've been worried about me for too long. Especially Alex,"
"Are you sure? But you're not stable yet, I'm afraid your stomach wound is bleeding again." Nara Timpal.
"I have a personal doctor. If it wasn't for appreciating your kindness, I'd be gone from yesterday morning." Reply Zian.
Also true. Zian was a rich man, it was certain that he had a personal physician. And it wasn't Nara's intention to hold him back, she was only worried about his injuries. That was why Nara asked him to stay for a few days at her house.
"I left lunch for you. You can heat it up first, I've peeled and cut fresh fruit for you. I'll go to work first,"
Zian got up from his seat and approached Nara. He reached into his pants pocket and handed him a card. "What's this?" Nara looked at the young man in confusion.
"When you get home, buy dinner. And just use this card to buy it."
Nara shook her head and returned the card to Zian. "no need. You keep it again. You are a guest in this house, and I should have served you. It's noon, I'm leaving first." Nara left before Zian and left.
Zian kept his cards back and stared at the girl's departure with a stare that was hard to explain. Nara is different.
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Nara just arrived. But he's been ordered to follow Devan into the operating room. There was a traffic accident involving an elderly pregnant woman who was bleeding heavily. In order to save the mother and baby, emergency surgery was taken.
Silence surrounded the sterile room when some people involved in the operation were cleaning their hands before starting the operation. The voice that had dominated earlier was just the pouring of water on the sink made of aluminum.
Each of them had already released the accessories they wore in hand to the dashboard before him. Slowly they also covered their mouths with sterile masks and began washing their hands with water that had already drained from the tap.
Slowly but surely, Nara poured antiseptic soap into her left hand as far as her arm. He deftly rubbed his entire hand, from his fingertips to his entire arm. Devan is also the main doctor who performed this emergency surgery.
The operation process went very smoothly. It only takes less than two hours to see who worked on it, and thanks to the miraculous hands of the medical team, the lives of the mother and baby were saved.
Although there was tension because the mother again experienced bleeding and cardiac arrest, but their efforts and hard work paid off with the smooth course of surgery.
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"This,"
Nara lifted her face and smiled widely. He receives the coffee cup Devan gave him. "Thank you, Senior." Smiling words.
"Didn't I ask you to take a few days off and focus on caring for Zian, but why did you come to work today?" Devan sat next to Nara.
"He's fine. So what do I need to focus on. After all at home all day without doing anything is too boring," replied Nara.
"The Lu family owes you money, Nara. If you hadn't helped Zian in time, we might have lost him."
Nara shakes. "No need to thank you, Senior. After all, saving people's lives has become my duty as a doctor. If that night I hadn't found him, I would've done the same."
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Seriate.
