Classic Novel
Chapter 662
"Zip it! Don't you know the condition my grandma's in? How could you just leave her alone in a strange place? It's a miracle nothing happened! What if she really got burned? Could you live with the consequences?" Andrea kept scolding.
"This old lady seems a bit off."
"So she really is out of it, huh? In that condition, she shouldn't be left to wander."
The bystanders, listening to Andrea's words, shook their heads in disapproval at Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden kept her head down, not saying a word. Lizetta quickly walked over, took Mrs. Bernice Madden's arms in her hands, and bent down to ask softly.
"Grandma, are you hurt anywhere? Did you get burned?"
Mrs. Bernice Madden looked up at Lizetta, her eyes brightening with recognition. She nodded like a child who had found a parent after being bullied.
"Elsa, I didn't wander off, I was looking for a doctor. It hurts here, blow on it..."
Mrs. Bernice Madden lifted her hand, revealing a red patch with two blisters on the back of it to Lizetta.
"I don't need your help! Get away, this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't come to see you." Andrea immediately pulled Lizetta away and held Mrs. Bernice Madden's hand.
"Grandma, why didn't you tell me you got burned? Come on, let's get that looked at." Andrea led the old lady away, and Lizetta was about to follow when she heard someone nearby say.
"We really should thank that young patient from before. If it weren't for them, it could've been more than just a burn on the back of the hand. It seemed like that young person got burned on the arm..." "Hey, where did that person go?"
Lizetta paused, instinctively
scanning her surroundings. At the
end of the hallway by the emergency exit, she thought she saw a tall figure in a hospital gown push through the door. Could that be the young patient who had bravely intervened?
Hesitating for a moment, Lizetta quickly made her way toward the emergency exit. Pushing the door open, she wasn't sure whether to go up or down when she caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner. Lizetta spun around, startled.
Indeed, a person was leaning
against the wall, a man looking down as he attempted to light a cigarette evidently not expecting anyone to come through the door. The onlit cigarette hung from his lips but the lighter's flame hadn't been extinguished yet.
The dim corner was lit up by the flicker of the flame, casting shadows across his sharp features as he looked ather, his gaze as fiery as the light. Their eyes met, and Lizetta's heart felt as if it was seized by an invisible force. Regaining her senses, she turned to leave.
However, the man in the corner snapped out of his stupor, dropping the lighter and cigarette to the ground, and stepped forward, abruptly grabbing Lizetta's wrist.
"Liz..." His voice was hoarse.
Hearing him call her name felt both strange and familiar, as if waking from a dream that spanned seasons. She froze, then struggled, "Let go!"
"Ah!" The man inhaled sharply. The sound was soft, but the emergency exit was so quiet that Lizetta looked down.
She saw that his arm, gripping her wrist, was partially soaked through his hospital gown. And the hand on her wrist was visibly burned, the skin purplish-red, an obvious sign of a burn. Instinctively, she frownedText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.