Chapter 269 I Can Sleep Holding My Wife
Renee brought William back to the hospital. The entire facility had been thrown into chaos because of his recklessness. Even the hospital director had been informed of the matter.
The doctors, nurses, and caretakers responsible for William’s care were all reprimanded.
As soon as William returned, the director rushed over to his ward, accompanied by a team of specialists and experienced doctors.
William scowled, clearly displeased by the sudden wave of attention. He showed no sign of regret for his earlier actions, instead asking, “What’s all
this about?”
The scene was so dramatic that anyone unaware might have thought his condition had worsened.
The director, maintaining a respectful tone, asked with genuine concern, “Mr. Mitchell, are you feeling any discomfort? If there’s anything you’re not happy with, please let us know.”
“No, everything’s fine,” William replied curtly.
The director hesitated, clearly concerned, “Then why-”
“I’m fine for now. My injuries are nothing serious. Just some superficial wounds. I can take care of myself at home. Get me discharged from the hospital,” William interjected.
“Dis… Discharge?” the director stammered in shock. “That’s not possible! Mr. Mitchell, your injuries haven’t fully healed. If the wounds reopen, it
could be a serious issue.”
“Yes, Mr. Mitchell. We have professional staff here to care for you. If there’s anything bothering you, we’ll do our best to change.”
Some other doctors joined in the conversation, trying to convince William.
William frowned and glanced instinctively at Renee.
Renee’s face remained impassive, showing no particular emotion. She wasn’t one for excessive sentiment. Having seen much worse in her past, she knew William wasn’t fragile. If he wanted to leave, it was his decision; she had no objections, and this depended on the doctors.
But the hospital director hesitated. Given William’s stature, he believed he wouldn’t be able to take responsibility if something went wrong after William was discharged this hastily.
“I’m not sleeping well here. I’m perfectly fine. I can sign a voluntary discharge agreement,” William said.
The director replied, “We could change your bed.”
William was momentarily at a loss for words.
These people were unbelievable!
Renee couldn’t help but grin when she saw William, typically so composed, like this. But as soon as her smile crossed her lips, she noticed William’s sharp gaze locking onto her.
His narrowed eyes sent an unmistakable warning.
Renee quickly wiped the amusement off her face and replaced it with a more serious expression.
Then, with no hesitation, William declared, “I want to go home. At least
there, I can sleep holding my wife! Get me discharged now!”
Both Renee and the specialists were left completely stunned.
The look on their faces showed their shock.
Renee stood there, dumbfounded.
What on earth was William saying?
The director awkwardly listened to William’s heartfelt plea, his face flushed with discomfort.
“Well… Perhaps we could arrange a double bed for you?” he suggested hesitantly, trying to maintain his professionalism.
Renee wanted to scream. She felt really awkward as everyone’s attention turned to her.
“Sir, maybe you should keep him here for another ten days. His brain might have been affected, too–perhaps a scan is in order,” Renee said, her voice laced with irritation.
The room erupted in laughter, treating her suggestion as nothing more than a joke.
“Mr. Mitchell, we’ll arrange your discharge when it’s appropriate. Please bear with us a little longer. If there’s anything else that concerns you, let us know. We’ll do our best to accommodate you,” the director said to William
with a smile.
