But once the incubation period was over, the infected would constantly cough up blood, and the immune
system would worsen drastically-cancer cells would deteriorate quickly for those with cancer, metabolism
would speed up, platelet count would become abnormal, and within a year, the person would pass.
Nolan chuckled sadly, “So how long do I have left?”
Erwin frowned. “Based on your current situation, about three to four years.”
Maisie brought the dinner that she made over to the hospital, and when she stepped into the room, she
saw Nolan staring out the window while Erwin was nowhere to be seen.
“Nolan, I made dinner for you.” She walked to the side of his bed and placed the dinner on the table.
Nolan looked at her and smiled. “Okay, I want you to feed me.”
Maisie didn’t oppose. She opened the container and fed him while sitting next to his bed. When she saw
Nolan eating, she asked, “Has Uncle Erwin left?”
“Yes, he left because he had something on.”
Maisie continued to send food into his mouth and smiled. “How is it?”
Nolan lowered his head and smiled. “I wouldn’t dare say that it’s bad if you made it.”
Maisie pouted.
When he finished the food, Maisie put the container aside and said, “I’ll stay here with you tonight.”
Nolan looked at her longingly and just said, “Mm.”
She asked for an extra bed from the nurse, put the pillow down, and laid down. Nolan laid on his side to
look at her. “Zee.”
“Hmm?” Maisie turned to look at him. “What is it?”
Nolan’s eyes were dark, “If… I hide something from you in the future, will you be upset?”
Maisie paused for a long time before moving her blanket. “No, if you hid anything from me, I would think
that it’s for my own good.”
Nolan beamed but didn’t say anything.
Maisie slept well the entire night, but Nolan couldn’t. He greedily and lovingly stared at her sleeping face
before he turned around, his eyes falling into cold darkness.
The next day…
When Maisie woke up, she didn’t see Nolan in bed. She went out to ask the nurse, who told her that
Nolan had gone for a check-up.
She tidied up the bed, folded it up, and went to fill up the kettle because she noticed that there was no
water.
On the way back, she bumped into Quincy standing outside the room. Just when she was going to greet
him, she heard Titus’ voice coming from the room.” You want to be discharged now? Are you crazy?”
‘Discharged?’ Maisie paused. ‘Nolan wants to be discharged?’
Nolan sat on the edge of the bed. Even though he was in a hospital gown, he looked much better. “I just
have a gunshot wound. There’s no need to lie here for too long. I have work to get to.”
“Rascal, how could you not love your life more? I’m going to shoot you and be done with it!” Titus was so
furious he went overboard.
Nolan smiled. “I can’t live for much longer anyway.” “You!” Titus wanted to say something, but seeing that
Nolan was looking outside, he turned and saw Maisie standing outside with the kettle in hand, scoffed,
and said, “You would throw your life away for a woman? Is it worth it?” Maisie knew that Titus was getting
even more annoyed with her because of Nolan’s injury, but what could she say? Nolan did get hurt
because of her She pressed her lips together and put the kettle down on the cabinet. “Are you getting
discharged?”
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