Third person's POV
Tabitha raised her head, ignoring the indifferent gaze around her, straightened her spine and said, "No. I'll wait here."
After speaking, she touched her swollen face and silently vowed in her heart that she would definitely return this slap.
Tonight's events were too sudden, and Alvin hurriedly dealt with the follow-up matters.
In this way, Tabitha was left with only Rolf.
Earlier in the car, Tabitha took off her thick jacket, and now she was only wearing a thin sweater.
The hospital corridor had no heating, and the piercing cold wind blew in, making people feel chilly.
Tabitha stood there, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that night a few years ago. She was also like this at that time, standing alone in the cold wind, anxiously waiting for Derek.
Rolf looked at Tabitha's back and felt an inexplicable sense of pity in his heart.
Although he was not particularly delicate, seeing Tabitha standing there alone, he felt that her figure looked pitiful.
What was more infuriating was that every medical staff member who hurried past seemed to target her, saying, "Move aside deliberately. Don't block the way here."
Although the hospital was not busy then, everyone didn't like her.
In their view, Derek would not have been so seriously injured if it were not to save Tabitha.
In their eyes, Tabitha was Derek's burden.
Rolf knew in his heart that he had no say in front of these people, and even he had to look at other people's faces.
Moreover, many doctors in the pack hospital were also soldiers. They had a kind of arrogance in their bones, and they did not care about Tabitha's identity.
Tabitha also understood this but did not become sensitive because of their disdain.
She thought that she had not done anything wrong. She shouldn't care about others' opinions.
At this moment, Tabitha suddenly realized how foolish it was for her to give up her studies for a man at that time.
She regretted that if she had finished her studies well at that time, she could also become an excellent doctor now, and how could she be regarded as a burden and be treated with cold eyes?
Thinking of this, she tightly clenched her fists and silently vowed that one day, she would definitely regain all the glory that belonged to her.
Tabitha straightened her spine, ignored the indifferent gaze around her, stood firmly in place, and quietly waited for the result from the operating room.
However, she didn't expect that Misha, who had left, would come back again soon.
It turned out that Misha went back to change clothes, and now she was wearing a casual outfit, still looking spirited.
The temperament of a soldier is naturally different from that of an ordinary person, and Misha stood there exuding a sense of efficiency and heroism.
Looking at Tabitha, she stood there with a weak figure, like a flower swaying in the wind, making people feel pity.
However, even though Misha specially made up lightly, when she appeared in front of Tabitha, in terms of appearance, she was still far inferior to Tabitha.
Misha looked at Tabitha, her eyes full of anger and reluctance. She stared at her indignantly and said, "It was you who kept clinging to him? He did it for..."
Upon hearing this, Tabitha slowly turned her head, looked at Misha, and said calmly and composedly, "I've said it before. He was willing to shield me from everything. If you have any dissatisfaction or doubts, you can directly question him when he wakes up. I don't know you, and I don't need to explain anything to you. I just want to ask: is disrespecting people also your discipline?"
"What are you proud of? You just rely on your face to make him infatuated with you," Misha said disdainfully.
Tabitha let out a cold laugh and replied, "What does it have to do with you that he is infatuated with me? Could it be that you are jealous of me because you love and cannot get?"
"Would I be jealous of you, a bitch? Without your face, you are nothing. Unlike me, at least I can give him blood when he needs it, and you, what can you do for him?" Misha angrily retorted.
If it were in the past, Tabitha would definitely answer Misha that she could cook for Derek.
But today, she just faintly responded, "There are many things I can do for him. Which one are you referring to?"
After hearing Tabitha's words, Misha didn't know what she thought of, and a flash of ferocity suddenly appeared in her eyes. She stared at Tabitha and cursed, "You shameless bitch, you..."
At this moment, the operating room door opened.
After long hours, the atmosphere in the operating room was as tense as a taut bowstring.
Finally, all the glass shards were successfully removed.
Due to the severity of the injury, Derek could only temporarily maintain a prone position.
If it were an ordinary person, suffering such a serious injury, they would definitely choose to inject anesthetics to relieve the pain.
However, Derek, relying on his strong willpower, endured the pain with great difficulty.