My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2171

Shirley reached out to stop me, but I swatted her hand away. "Butt out of this."

When I turned my head and saw Irvin still looking as if he was dead inside, my rage got the better of me.

Were all patients so fond of tossing and turning? Must they anger the people around them so the latter could commiserate with their helplessness? Would the scale of psychological distress only then be balanced?

There was no need to worry so much since being soft would not work on Irvin.

Gasping heavily, I stood there, staring at the two. Then, I moved and aggressively dragged Irvin onto the chair.

I didn't know where my strength came from since I could pull him over in one swift try, or perhaps Irvin had gotten much lighter than he was before. Frightened, Shirley quickly helped Irvin to sit up on the chair.

"Get moving." I ordered without another word. Then I took the lead, walked over, and opened the door.

Irvin was huffing and puffing, but there was nothing he could do about it. He bore his dark brown eyes into me to express his anger.

I deliberately ignored him and reminded Shirley, "Don't just stand there. Grab a blanket and cover his legs! The doctor said that sunbathing can provide him with calcium. What are you waiting for?"

It was only at this moment that Shirley's trance was interrupted. She hastily folded a blanket and placed it over Irvin's lap before pushing the wheelchair out of the ward in a hurry.

I had to admit that the garden was a completely different world from the ward. Birds were chirping, flowers fragrant, the grass was lush on muddied ground, and fresh air was infinite.

It was apparent that it had been a long time since Shirley had such leisure time.

Although Irvin had been pulling a long face, he did not lose his temper. For someone who would only respond to rough and rowdy ways, he was quite the masochist.

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In the afternoon, the attending doctor summoned Shirley and I to his office.

I was relaxed before entering the room. But when I opened the door and saw the doctor's face colored a grim shade, my heart sank.

Having stayed by Irvin's side for a long time, Shirley had long been accustomed to such situations. Not long after we sat down, she was the first to ask, "Doctor, will my husband be alright?"

The doctor was an old professor who was over 60 years old. Hearing this, he took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at us earnestly. "The patient's condition is deteriorating sharply. We need to turn up the notch for his treatment, but the patient will be in a lot of pain. If he is discharged from the hospital to recuperate, he can be more relaxed. I asked you both here to check whether you will continue to treat him or..."

"How is this possible?" I couldn't believe it. "Yesterday, he ate something, and in the morning, we pushed him out to bask in the sun. He seems to be in a good place mentally. Doctor, perhaps there's been a mistake?"

Shirley did not say a word, but her hand was clenched under the table, as she tried to keep herself calm and restrained. She forced a smile and asked, "Well, if we increase the

amount of medicine, will he live for a few more months as we expected?"

This time, it was the doctor's turn to be silent. He frowned, shook his head and sighed, leaving no room for hope for anyone.

The most terrifying thing in the world was not falling into despair, but being thrown into the deep abyss after seeing a glimmer of hope.

"That's impossible." I told myself that nothing I heard was true, forcing composure into myself.

"Where are the foreign experts? Where's the person Hendrix hired? Why aren't you using them? Irvin is getting better. You're a doctor, how could you suggest that his family give up the treatment? How could you be so irresponsible?"

Shirley finally let her emotions come bursting out. I had to hold her tightly to prevent the situation from escalating. She pounded her hand on the table over and over again.

"Calm down. Please calm down!" The doctor didn't dare to sit still anymore. He stood up hurriedly to calm Shirley down and gave an explanation that we couldn't refute "During the previous consultations, we have already explained that chemotherapy hurts the patient's body. His sudden liveliness and carefreeness is because his days are numbered now! His body's energy has been used up. Continuing his treatment won't do him any good!"

"You're full of crap! Irvin won't die so soon! No!"

After completely falling into hysteria, I had to send the doctor out and forcibly trap Shirley in my arms to prevent her from doing something stupid. After what felt like a very long time, Shirley finally calmed down. She leaned against the chair, her gaze lifeless, like she was a walking corpse.

When she finally heaved a sigh of relief, she suddenly sat up and clutched my hand. "You promised me that you would marry Irvin. Is that still valid?"

I frowned. Although I felt uncomfortable, I still lowered my head. "Of course."

"Then let's do it tomorrow," she said, "we're running out of time."