Mark Harrison was shaken by her smile, when did Catherine rarely smile at him?
Mark Harrison came back to his senses, pulled Lily Wilson into the car, and instructed the driver, "Go home."
Catherine sat in the car full of warm air, smelling the perfume coming from Lily Wilson, feeling a bit nauseous: "Can you open the window?"
The driver didnt speak, and Mark Harrisons dissatisfied voice sounded: "Lily is pregnant and cant catch a cold."
Catherine lowered her eyes and mocked: "Pregnant and still spraying such a strong perfume, arent you afraid of suffocating the child?"
"If you feel uncomfortable, get out," Mark Harrison said in a deep voice.
Catherine turned her head and looked at the two people huddled together, that picture stimulated her eyes to sting.
When did their relationship become so tense, Mark Harrison, do you still have a heart at all!
Catherine withdrew her gaze, endured the dizziness, and said to the driver next to her, "Stop the car."
The driver looked at Mark Harrison in the rearview mirror and stopped the car on the side of the road.
Catherine got out of the car, listened to the sound gradually moving away behind her, and tears slowly crossed her cheeks.
The patter of snowflakes fell on her head, the tip of her nose, and then deeply froze her already slightly cool heart.
Looking at the track where the car drove away, she cried and then laughed: "Mark Harrison, you really dont want me to live..."
The winter night was bitterly cold.
Catherine stood at the entrance of the bar, listening to the music coming from inside, looked at the bag in her hand, laughed at herself, and then walked in.
Ethan Scott didnt expect that he would see his patient in the bar while inspecting his familys business, and it was a patient without a will to live.
The bartender seemed to sense something and quickly explained in a low voice: "That woman just ordered several glasses of strong liquor, in this environment, its probably not safe."
Ethan rubbed his brow in annoyance: "Bring that woman to my box."
Ethan turned and walked upstairs, and anger actually rose in his heart.
After a while, Catherine stood unsteadily at the door.
She looked at him and smiled, "It turns out to be you, Doctor."
"Catherine Thompson, do you care about your body at all?" Ethan said with an accusatory tone.
Catherine was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Dr. Scott, outside of the hospital, we are just passers-by."
Passers-by? Ethan was speechless with this word: "Okay, since you dont care about yourself so much, dont come to me for treatment, I dont want to waste time."
Another person who pushed her away, Catherines nose was sour, and she fell silent.
Suddenly, a hot feeling surged from her nostrils, and she panicked, wiped it over and over again, but there would still be new bloodstains on her hand and sleeves.
Ethan grabbed a handful of ice and slapped it on her neck, chilling her shiver.
"Whats wrong with you? If you keep going like this, youll be dead in a few days!" Ethans eyes were full of anger.
Catherine looked up at him in a daze, her vision becoming more and more blurred: "How many days are there?"
"Catherine Thompson!" Ethan couldnt help but shout.
Catherine suddenly felt so tired, why do everyone treat her like this, what did she do wrong? Just because she fell in love withthe wrong person?
She pushed away Ethans hand, and the pain in her body almost made her unable to stand firm.
Wiping away the nosebleed, she sarcastically said, "Who are you to me? Do you know what kind of life Im living? Do you know my pain? Dr. Scott, you are not me, how can you judge me?!"