The family doctor was astonished. Being a doctor, he could tell with just a glance that Madam Bishop was recovering!
However, he still had some doubts. Hence, he rushed forward to conduct a basic examination on her. He discovered that the condition of her stroke had gotten a lot better."
He looked at Sara in awe, impressed, "Miss Martin... I'm very sorry. You had better skills."
Sara didn't really care about that, she merely smiled, "Did Madam Bishop have any complications when you examined her?"
The family doctor shook his head, "No, her heart rate and pulse have returned to normal."
He was thinking that being so capable at such a young age and wasn't even prideful... She would definitely have a bright future.
Recalling how he had stopped Sara, and had some much doubts... The family doctor felt like burying himself.
Rose felt her face burning. She looked at the family doctor incredulously, "Grandma... was recovered?"
He nodded, "Her condition is stable now."
Rose was exhausted, sitting down on the carpet. She stared at Sara with mixed feelings.
Madam Bishop had actually recovered... Her actions and words were ridiculous! She had even said that Sara should be buried with Madam Bishop for killing her...
Although her protective umbrella had survived, Rose wasn't showing any happiness on her face. On the contrary, her face was red one second and pale the next.
Madam Bishop was actually saved by such a b*tch like Sara... The thought of it disgust her.
Sara went to check on Madam Bishop again and ordered the servants to feed her some water. She then told the servants, "She should be able to move after a while, but she will feel very sore and numb. Please massage her to stimulate her muscles. Don't use too much strength, because too much force will it prevent the blood from flowing smoothly, it might even rupture the blood vessels. Bear it in mind."
In the servants' eyes, Sara was a godly being. How could they not listen to her? They nodded frantically.
"The Pentoxifylline needs to be taken three times a day, before meals. The dosage is the same as today's. I will visit after two days and change medicine. If anything happens during that period, feel free to contact me. It'd be best to let her stay at a warm temperature."
Sara pondered and added, "Madam Bishop must also relax herself. The stroke is most likely caused primarily by stress. The rage irritated and caused inflammation in her liver. Anxiety and nervousness can also trigger strokes. Basically, her emotions must be stable, otherwise there's a possibility of relapse! In addition, watch her diet. It's best that she doesn't drink any alcohol. She should eat more legumes, vegetables, and fish to replenish the G-3 fatty acid in her body."
The servants quickly took note..
She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, Madam Bishop should be fine now. Just be extra cautious when taking care of her."
She stood up and looked at Rose seriously, "Do you still want me to die?" Rose was wordless.
Hank let out a laugh, so did everyone.
Hank had a feeling that Sara was not deliberately asking Rose that to shame her. On the contrary, she actually wanted to make sure.
Rose's face was nearly purple. She gnashed her teeth and smiled bashfully, "...Of course I don't. Thank you so much, Miss Martin!"
Sure enough, Sara was relieved, "I'm glad."
After all, she was going to die with Master Bishop. Would they want to cut her into two halves?
Rose did not respond.
Rose thought. If she had a knife, she would have definitely stabbed Sara!
Sara turned around to smile softly at Hank. The light made ner appear almost like an angel, mesmerizing.
She pushed Hank onto the wheelchair obediently as she asked, "Master Bishop, should we go home now?"
The word "we" made Hank happy. He nodded with a smile, "Yes, let's go."
He said to Simon as he was leaving, "You should go back and rest too."
Simon nodded, "Okay."
Sara wheeled Hank out of Madam Bishop's place.
As she had been busy, she didn't realize it was so late already! Sara yawned as she took out her phone, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
There was a mild scent of flowers was in the wind. Sara had never scented it before. It was somewhat intoxicating.
She fluttered her eyelashes, asked Hank in a low voice, "Master Bishop... are you angry that I saved Madam Bishop?"
Hank asked, "Why did you ask that?"
Sara crinkled her face as she was thinking, "Because... because it seems like you and Madam Bishop are on bad terms."
Hank replied afte a pause, "In fact, whether she's alive or dead makes no difference to me."
"Oh," Sara said. She thought, "Perhaps Mrs. Bishop had given up on Hank, just like how Yen Martin had given up on her. It doesn't matter. Therefore, he doesn't care if she was alive or dead.
She felt that Master Bishop was quite pitiful. She mumbled, "When I was a child, I wanted to get along with Lilly Miller and Yen Martin."
Hank didn't know why she suddenly brought up her childhood, but he was interested in it. Of course he had already gone through her information on the documents, but how could it be compared to a young girl speaking about it in person with a sweet voice?
He stopped the wheelchair in the garden and pulled Sara's hands, making her sit on his lap. He put his arms around her waist, holding her possessively. His chin rested on her shoulder, making his lips easier to touch the red mole on her neck.
Sara was blushing again. Hank drawled, "Go on."
Sara continued speaking, "It was because before my mother passed away, she told me that my grandfather was old and that he couldn't take care of me for the rest of my life. So I would definitely have to live with my father in the future. Even if he didn't care about my existence all those years, he was my father... when I was brought back to the Martin family by Lilly Miller, I tried very hard to please Yen Martin."
She smiled softly, "I remembered it was William's birthday and Yen threw a big birthday party for her. I was so envious when I saw it behind the door."