Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 98: I Didn’t Mean It, Will You Forgive Me?
The doctor pondered for a moment, his gaze resting on Eleanor’s leg: "Your wife’s condition is quite complex. Although her leg has been disabled for a long time, with systematic rehabilitation treatment, there is still hope for improvement."
Nathaniel Gallagher heard this and was overwhelmed with joy, "Really? Is there truly hope for my wife’s leg to be healed?"
The doctor looked serious, "We recommend acupuncture therapy, combined with a rehabilitation training program. Acupuncture can unblock meridians, harmonize blood and qi, stimulate the nerves in the legs, promote local blood circulation, and activate those dormant nerve cells."
As he spoke.
The doctor then took out a tablet computer and brought up a rehabilitation plan diagram, "In the initial phase, acupuncture needs to be done three times a week, combined with electro-acupuncture therapy to enhance the stimulation effect."
"At the same time, every day, special herbal steaming should be used with medicinal materials to promote circulation and unblock channels to improve the muscle atrophy condition of the legs. In terms of physiotherapy, we will use ultrasound and neuromuscular electrical stimulation equipment to gradually restore leg sensation and muscle strength."
Nathaniel and Eleanor listened attentively, with a trace of anticipation in their eyes, "Good, as long as her leg can be cured, we will fully cooperate with the doctor."
The doctor’s expression became solemn, "However, rehabilitation is a long-term process that requires the patient’s high degree of cooperation."
"Apart from hospital treatment, daily targeted rehabilitation training at home must also be maintained. For instance, joint bending and stretching, standing balance exercises. If the use of orthopedic appliances can be combined, the effect will be even better."
Eleanor tightly clasped Nathaniel’s hand, tears glistening in her eyes, "Nathaniel, did you hear that? I still have a chance to stand up..."
Nathaniel gently patted the back of her hand, then turned to the doctor and said solemnly, "Cost is not an issue, make sure to use the best plan. I will personally supervise the rehabilitation training."
Vivian Shaw, biting her lip, shifted her gaze among the three of them.
"Brother, Auntie, I’ll come to help supervise the training in the future too, and ensure Auntie recovers soon!"
"That would be the best."
"Then let’s do it, let’s handle the admission procedures."
"Okay, please come over here to handle it."
Soon.
Nathaniel sent his assistant to follow the nurse to handle the admission procedures.
What a coincidence.
Eleanor’s hospital room was also arranged on the same floor as Elder Thompson’s.
After all, this floor is also the hospital’s only VIP ward.
Fortunately.
The floor is large, with Elder Thompson in room 908 at the far east end of the corridor, while Eleanor’s room is in the far west, room 922.
...
Room 908.
Julian Grant’s wound was treated.
Elder Thompson was asleep.
Josephine Thompson glanced at the time; it was already past noon.
She really couldn’t delay any longer and couldn’t continue to deal with Julian Grant and Evelyn Thorne.
She needed to return to the studio quickly to finish the art restoration work.
Once Professor Warren finishes the restoration.
She also needed to carefully prepare for the antique merchant association.
"Auntie Linton, Auntie Lena, take good care of Grandpa. Call me if there’s anything."
"Alright, Miss, don’t worry! The hospital takes care of Elder Thompson, there won’t be any problems."
"That’s good, then I’m off."
"Hmm, goodbye."
Josephine Thompson walked out of the hospital room.
Julian Grant and Evelyn Thorne were still in the living room bickering and blaming each other.
"This is all your fault; just seeing you annoys me."
"Seeing you annoys me too."
"Get lost quickly, I don’t want to see you."
"Humph! If you don’t want to see me, you can gouge out your eyeballs, who told you to look at me?"
Hearing the two still arguing.
Josephine Thompson’s head hurt even more, "Ugh~, Julian, Evelyn, stop arguing. It’s time for us to leave."
"Oh oh, okay."
The two stood up simultaneously and followed Josephine like shadows, one after the other.
"Let’s go."
The three of them walked out of the hospital room.
Josephine looked apologetically at the two of them, "Julian, Evelyn, I need to go back to the studio to work this afternoon. I don’t have time to accompany you, so you should consider where to go."
Julian Grant heard this and said earnestly, "Josephine, you forgot, I came to buy antiques from you."
"Didn’t you say you would sell me your family’s collection, the Ancient God from the Shengli Dynasty? You wouldn’t go back on that, would you?"
Josephine Thompson heard this and instinctively patted her forehead, "Oh, if you hadn’t reminded me, I would have almost forgotten."
"As it stands, that rare item is still in Audenburg. I temporarily can’t return to Audenburg; I need to finish my current work first."
Julian Grant heard this and thoughtfully asked, "How many days will you be busy here? I’m not particularly in a hurry; delivery can be before the 20th of next month."
Josephine Thompson thought about it and said seriously, "That’s no problem. I should be done here in about a week. If you’re sure, next week I can go with you to Audenburg to see the item."
Julian Grant nodded, his expression serious, "I am certain and will definitely want it. I can even pay by card now."
"There’s no rush; wait until you see the item and are sure before we discuss that!"
"Hmm hmm, okay. Then in the next few days, since I have nothing to do, I might as well stay here and wait for you."
"...Ah??" Josephine Thompson felt overwhelmed.
"Don’t worry, I won’t affect your work. At most, during your working hours, I’ll travel around. Once you finish your work, you can accompany me for dinner and shopping, is that okay?"
"..." Josephine Thompson still looked troubled.
But seeing Julian Grant’s pleading eyes, she could only reluctantly agree.
"Alright then! As long as you don’t mind being bored."
Julian Grant heard this and immediately smiled, "I won’t, I won’t, just focus on your work, I will entertain myself."
Evelyn Thorne saw this and immediately spoke, "Ms. Thompson, I also want to stay. You don’t have to worry about me; I will entertain myself too."
Before Josephine Thompson could say anything.
Julian Grant instantly reacted, "Evelyn Thorne, are you out of your mind? Why do you want to stay?"
Evelyn Thorne rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Of course, I’m staying to buy antiques too!"
"Grandma Grant’s big birthday is next month, so I must give an appropriate gift, right?"
After speaking.
She then grinned at Josephine Thompson, "Ms. Thompson, I’m here to support your business too. What kind of antique would make a good birthday gift? Can you give me some recommendations?"
Josephine’s head started to ache, "Uh~, are you serious?"
"Of course, I’m serious! In the future, if my friends and family need to buy antiques, I’ll refer them all to you."
Julian Grant’s face twisted with anger, "Evelyn Thorne, is there something wrong with your head?"
"Can you stop making trouble here?"
Evelyn got thoroughly irritated, "Julian Grant, maybe it’s you who has something wrong with your head? You do your thing, and I’ll do mine. Why are you always targeting me?"
"Is Northwood yours? Can only you stay, not me? You buy your antiques, I’ll buy mine. Why are you always meddling with me?"
Julian was infuriated, "Are you really here to buy antiques? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."
Evelyn retorted angrily, "Hmph! Are you sincerely buying antiques? Don’t think I don’t know your intentions."
Seeing the two about to start arguing again.
Josephine had no choice but to brave it and mediate, "Okay, okay, stop arguing, both of you."
"Julian, if Evelyn wants to stay here, just let her stay."
Then Josephine turned to Evelyn, "Evelyn, if you really plan to buy antiques, you can come back to The Antiquarian Market with me. I’ll have Manager Linton take you around the antique shops, and he can also introduce some to you."
Evelyn nodded immediately, "Sure, no problem."
"Then let’s go..."
After saying that.
Evelyn quickly opened the front passenger door and got into Josephine’s car.
Julian ground his teeth in frustration but was helpless.
"Damn, dealing with this crazy woman, I’m really at my wit’s end..."
Despite his anger.
He couldn’t bear to part from Josephine, so he reluctantly got into the car.
...
Half an hour later.
Josephine drove to The Antiquarian Market.
The front desk manager and Manager Linton, among others, were on duty.
"Hello, President Thompson, hello, Mr. Grant."
Josephine said, "Manager Linton, take Miss Thornton around. She wants to buy an antique as a birthday gift. You can introduce some to her."
Manager Linton, with his chubby face, immediately displayed his signature chrysanthemum smile, "Sure, sure, no problem. President Thompson, rest assured, I will find Miss Thornton the best gift."
"Good, that’s great. She’s my friend, so give her the lowest cost price."
"OK, President Thompson, don’t worry."
After giving some more instructions, Josephine headed to her office.
Seeing this, Julian hurriedly followed Josephine.
"Julian, I really need to work..."
"You go ahead with your work, don’t mind me. I’m feeling sore all over, so can I at least nap on the couch in your office?"
Josephine looked concerned, "How can that be okay? You won’t sleep well on the couch. You should return to the hotel or sleep at my place!"
"No, no, you really don’t need to worry about me."
"...Alright then!"
Then.
The two entered the office.
Josephine, eager to get to work, went into the inner room.
Julian lay down on the couch in the living room.
He hadn’t slept well last night and had lost quite a bit earlier.
Now, his mind was foggy.
So, he collapsed on the couch, covered with his trench coat, drifting into slumber.
However.
The office was cold, and the heater had just been turned on, not yet warming the space fully.
But he was too exhausted, and before long, he fell asleep anyway!
...
A little after four in the afternoon.
Nathaniel Gallagher completed the admission procedures for Eleanor Churchill, then accompanied her for lunch.
"Buzz buzz buzz"
His phone started vibrating.
His heart skipped a beat, but he couldn’t resist taking out his phone to check.
As expected.
Josephine’s small WeChat ID had sent him several messages:
[I’m really sorry about this morning. Are you mad at me?]
[I really didn’t mean it, please forgive me, okay?]
[I beg you, please forgive me. I was compelled to act like that out of necessity.]
Reading the messages, Nathaniel was still fuming inside.
What on earth did she want?
A spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of shit?
One moment she’s so affectionate, and the next she’s as cold as ice.
Or does she think she hasn’t toyed with him enough?
