Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 169 - 166: Julian Fairchild Is Right Beside Her
"Maeve, what’s wrong with you?" Henry Hughes was initially smiling, but seeing Maeve Lane’s increasingly off state, his voice turned serious, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"
At this moment, Maeve still had the strength to wipe away the tears on her face. Her mind felt muddled, her eyes crying against her will, yet she was still thinking about how her episodes were becoming more frequent recently.
Seeing her in this worrying state made Henry Hughes very anxious. As she was about to collapse, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, his expression deeply concerned, "I’ll take you to see a doctor!"
Ignoring whatever Maeve was saying, he carried her out of the school gate!
Maeve immediately reached for her pocket, but she forgot that today’s clothes had no pockets, so her medication was in her backpack, and since she didn’t have many classes, her backpack was left in the dormitory.
In the past, with the effect of medication, Maeve’s reaction wasn’t too strong. Now she felt like someone was hammering her head repeatedly, leaving her no chance to breathe.
Henry Hughes was extremely worried, "Maeve, what illness is this? I’m taking you to the First Hospital now. Has it happened before?"
The world spun before Maeve’s eyes, as if she were in a distorted painting, everyone turning into the background. She heard her own tormenting groan, but in reality, she couldn’t utter a single word.
Once they got into a taxi, the car quickly reached the First Hospital under Henry’s urging!
For the first time, Henry Hughes felt that having money was a good thing; at least now he could take the VIP route, sparing Maeve from suffering more.
But because they didn’t know what illness it was, a few nurses and doctors Henry found couldn’t diagnose it.
Finally, a young doctor in a white coat finished examining Maeve and said seriously, "Mr. Hughes, I suggest you take this lady to the psychiatric department. Her symptoms seem very much like a depressive episode."
Henry Hughes was stunned for a few seconds, his mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Depression...
He never thought such an illness would appear in Maeve Lane.
He never thought of associating this word with the bright and flamboyant girl before him.
Not daring to delay for even a second more, Henry Hughes swiftly brought Maeve to the psychiatric department!
In the process, they were walking so fast they bumped into an older doctor.
Henry Hughes hastily apologized, "I’m sorry," and was about to leave.
But the older doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "Is this... Maeve Lane?"
Henry was taken aback, "Yes, may I ask who you are?"
The older doctor turned his hands behind his back and gestured in a direction for Henry, "Come with me."
"I am her attending physician."
Various emotions quickly flashed through Henry’s eyes—heartache, regret—"Alright, thank you for the trouble."
In a room filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Henry Hughes stood in front of the older doctor, his gaze constantly flickering towards Maeve Lane, who was lying down, crying, laughing, almost giving an impression of madness.
He anxiously asked, "Doctor, why is it still like this? When will Maeve stabilize?"
The older doctor remained calm, "She just took her medication; she’ll be alright in a little while. Miss Lane’s endurance is quite impressive, among all the patients I’ve seen in decades of practice. This time must be an accident."
Seeing the young man in front of him seemingly wanting to get close to Maeve Lane, he sighed, "You shouldn’t agitate her right now; Miss Lane’s illness is related to a man."
Henry Hughes clenched his fists, "Who? When did Maeve develop this illness?"
The older doctor adjusted his glasses, "May I ask what is your relation to Miss Lane? Are you a relative?"
Henry was momentarily speechless.
The older doctor, experienced in dealing with people, immediately saw that Henry Hughes had no relation to Maeve Lane, so he cleared his throat and said, "This is Miss Lane’s privacy, it’s not convenient for me to disclose it; if you want to know, you can ask her yourself after she wakes up."
"And you can’t say when she got sick?"
The older doctor shook his head with a bitter smile, "That would be a difficult request for these old bones of mine; you are the first person to be with Miss Lane when she comes around."
Henry’s gaze shifted.
"Her relatives seem completely unaware; I have treated her for so long and never seen a single one of her relatives, this young girl is braver than many adults I’ve seen."
Maeve could clearly hear the conversation between the two, but her body did not obey her. She touched her tears, already cold, while all the dark, gray memories engulfed her like a massive flood.
Even breathing was painful.
Many people’s images flashed through her mind.
Mom, Dad, and many, many people’s faces smirking as they watched the spectacle, and the man on the bed whose face she couldn’t make out.
Her head ached terribly, and as she clenched her fist, she accidentally touched a cold ring.
Maeve slightly opened her eyes, and the image of a man quickly appeared in her mind.
As if he was standing right in front of her, smiling elegantly and nobly.
[I’ll buy you candy.]
[It’s nothing, just wanted to give you a gift.]
[I like you.]
Maeve shut her eyelids, gently blinking.
The man’s words seemed to have a magical power, gradually calming her heart.
[I like you, Maeve Lane.]
She even felt at one point that Julian Fairchild seemed to be beside her, softly comforting her.
