Chapter 117

While Marsha's wasn't the most severe heart disease case their department had seen, it was still heart disease nonetheless. This young woman didn't prioritize her health as she should have. Marsha shot an angry glare at Charles. No matter how she sized him up, Charles seemed like he was asking for trouble. Charles feared her anger might cause her harm. With a sigh, he remarked, "If you're discharged and something happens again, you'll just have to return to the hospital." Marsha fell silent. Though his words were logical, they didn't sit well with her. She pointed to the bag by her bedside. "Your phone is in my bag. Get it yourself." She had initially stayed back to return his phone. She hadn't anticipated she'd end up in the hospital herself. Charles hesitated, his eyes resting on Marsha. So, rather than being outside the operating room to complain, Marsha had been there to return his phone? At the time, he had been in such a rush that he hadn't considered his phone at