"Don't worry. Since I'm his attending physician, I'll be responsible for it to the end," Nancy looked up and smiled at Sam, then quickly lowered her head again. "Besides, he saved me."

With a self-mocking smile, Nancy looked up at the car window. "Sam, could you tell me how you saved me? !"

Back in Room 302, Nancy's ears were still ringing with the thrilling scenes Sam had mentioned.

In the image that only appeared in her mind, organized by words, she was leaning on the shoulder of a strange man, unconscious, while the man was supporting her and saying to others, "Excuse me, my wife has fainted."

Several military vehicles stopped in front of the bus, and Sam recognized her at a glance and immediately surrounded the entire bus stop sign with people to prevent the man from pushing Nancy out of the crowd.

In the ward, Eric was reading a book and Nancy walked over a little embarrassment, "Thank you for saving me."

Looking up at her, Eric lowered his head to read again, and after a long while, he made a "um" sound.

In a clear mood, Nancy felt relieved all over, but Eric's faint glance made her a little embarrassed. It was the first time in more than a year of her career as a surgeon that she had faced a patient she would have felt less daring to look directly at.

"I have finished reading these three books," Eric placed the books on the table, his eyes straight and cold. "According to the basic theory of medicine, none of you can guarantee that I will definitely recover, right?" !"

"Yes, that's it." Nancy stammered.

"Very good." Eric closed his eyes, his dark skin and the sharp, cold cheeks beneath it.

"However, it still depends on the specific recovery situation. Everyone's physical condition is different, and the degree of recovery is also different. Your physical condition has always been good, and your overall functional recovery should be better than others." Nancy added.

"There's no need to be perfunctory with such words," Eric raised his eyebrows to look at her. "I just want the result."

Giving him a sheepish look, Nancy, not knowing what to say, could only force a smile, "I forgot to change my white coat, go change my clothes and come back."

When Nancy was out, Sam reported to Eric, "I listened when Dr. Nancy was taking her statement. It seemed that someone was trying to frame her, but that person refused to admit it, insisting that he did it randomly."

Eric lowered his eyes slightly, showing no interest at all. "That's her business. It has nothing to do with us."

With a "MHM", Sam asked him again, "Colonel, why did you ask me to send her over to take notes? If we saved her yesterday, it should have been none of our business. Are you worried about her by doing this?" !"

"No." Eric closed his eyes and lost interest in speaking.

Sam, too, said no more. He went to fetch his water bottle, and when he saw it was empty, he went out to fetch water.

As the footsteps walked further and further away, Eric slowly opened his eyes. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but somehow felt that Nancy wasn't the kind of woman who would get herself into trouble. There must be some other connection to this matter.

He asked Sam to pick her up and drop her off all the way, for fear that if something happened to her on the way, she would cause him more trouble.

But who wants to harm her? !

Eric stopped at this point, either because he didn't want to worry too much, or Nancy's phone in 302 rang.

The Three Bears' children's song was her phone ringtone, which made Eric frown several times. He took it over to hang up, but accidentally pressed the answer button.

Soon, a man's cold voice rushed into my ears, "Nancy, you're so amazing. Just a few days apart, you already have another man backing you up?" !"

Eric remained silent, and the man on the phone, after a few curses, said again, "So what if you know it's me? Have evidence to Sue me? ! I tell you, it was your stepmother who told me to find someone to deal with you."

Before the mockery had died down, Eric cut off the phone, and soon a text message jumped in - "Nancy, I'm not going to end with you."

Quickly deleting the text and the call record, Eric threw her phone aside, and it seemed that she was indeed in trouble.

When Nancy returned to 302, Eric didn't look at her, nor did he mention the phone and text messages. Nancy remained silent and stayed by his side, only helping Sam when he needed it.

At six o 'clock in the afternoon, Carl came looking for him and waited in silence at Room 302.

Nancy was talking to Eric when she saw him looking at the door behind her, and when she saw it was Carl, she hurried over and said, "Dad, why are you here?" !"

"I..." Carl glanced inside the ward. "Is this the patient you rushed to look after that night? !"

"Well, yes." Nancy nodded.

Carl smiled and looked much more relaxed. "It's nothing. I just saw you didn't come back yesterday and was worried about you, so I came here to see."

"I'm fine," Nancy looked back at Eric, not daring to say that she almost had an accident yesterday. "Or you wait for me a little longer, I'll be done with my work right away."

Carl nodded and pointed to the stairwell. "I'll go over there to smoke and come and call me when you're done with your work."

"All right," Nancy smiled, turned back to the ward and said to Eric, "you go to bed early at night. When I come tomorrow, I'll take you for a few tests first, so I'll come early tomorrow morning."

Eric gave her a glance and said nothing.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Nancy didn't say anything. After giving Sam a few words of care, she took out something to look for Carl.

Eric heard Carl talking to her. "May said you went back yesterday and accused her of taking your money, but I don't believe her. I know that if you say that, then she must have taken it."

"Dad," Nancy sighed in a low voice, "Forget it, it's not much money."

She didn't dare to tell him that May had used her to ask Jason for money, for fear that Carl would be angry and quarrel with May.

"This time it's money, next time I'm afraid I'll take your card too, and she brought it up to me again today, asking me to transfer the house to her name, I didn't agree. I have only you as my daughter, and I have to leave it to you anyway." Carl frowned a little.

Nancy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't want yours. Keep it for your old age."

The voice grew further and further away, and Eric thought that May must be her stepmother.

"Colonel, Dr. Nancy seems to have a hard time too." Sam also heard the conversation at the door and pursed his lips at Eric.

A sharp gaze swept over, and Eric said coldly, "Mind your own business."