Chapter 798: What Kind of Look Is That

Nicholas sat in the chair and said disapprovingly, "Even if we bring Aunt back to the country, Joseph will find all sorts of reasons and ways to bring her back."

Nicholas added, "And aunt wouldn't feel comfortable leaving you here alone."

Nicholas glanced at him and suggested, "When you came out of the operating room, I saw a girl from the Mitchell Family. I think you might be able to leverage the Mitchell Family's power."

Paul lowered his eyes.

He knew that if he married into the Mitchell Family, he could crush Preston in the Thomas Group, but he didn't want to use marriage as a means to increase his leverage. And how many couples are truly happy in arranged marriages?

In the end, it's all about calculation.

Caroline came in with the medicine, sensing the atmosphere was a bit tense, guessing that Nicholas and Paul had discussed something.

She handed the medicine to Paul.

Paul said, "Caroline, it's getting late. You should go back with Nicholas. There are caregivers here."

Caroline replied, "Okay, remember to eat something before you rest."

Paul nodded, "Got it."

Nicholas and Caroline helped Paul with all the necessary paperwork and then left.

Paul stayed alone in the hospital room. His head was spinning, but he didn't want to sleep. His mind was a mess.

He knew how important an arranged marriage was for him, but he didn't want to drag the innocent Christina into this mess.

The feud between him and Preston was no longer just a simple inheritance dispute.

Ashley saw the news about the car accident on TV, and the horrific scene was terrifying.

It was already ten o'clock, and Paul hadn't come back yet.

Ashley was about to call Paul when she saw a message from Nicholas.

Nicholas: [Aunt, Paul is with me.]

Ashley was immediately relieved.

Paul didn't dare to tell Ashley about his injury. After all, he often stayed out all night before, sometimes going out for several days. He decided to tell Ashley the next day that he was out with friends.

Ashley looked at the still irresponsible Paul and sighed inwardly, feeling even more determined to see Paul get married.

The last Mitchell Family wasn't suitable, so she had to find a stronger Diaz Family for Paul. Joseph's choice was definitely biased, probably using Paul to pave the way for Preston.

She had to be cautious!

Christina came to work and took some time to visit Paul's hospital room.

Paul said, "Hey, drunkard."

Christina glared. "You're the drunkard."

Paul looked pale and weak, but he still had the energy to joke with Christina.

Paul joked, "You drink so much, if you're not a drunkard, what are you, a bottle?"

Christina glanced sympathetically at a certain part of him, wondering if it would function normally after being reattached. She had heard that it could have significant impacts, and some men couldn't be real men even after reattachment.

So let him call her a drunkard a few more times.

"What kind of look is that?" Paul finally sensed something was off.

"Nothing, how are you feeling today?" Christina asked gently.

Paul shivered. 'Why do I feel that Christina's gentleness is a bit scary? Christina is always gentle with her patients.'

"Have you taken your medicine?" Christina checked the nurse's records for the day.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must say so. Don't feel embarrassed. If this isn't treated properly, your wife will betray you in the future." Christina added.

'I injured my leg, and my wife would betray me? What kind of logic is that? Wait. Does she think I injured that part?' Paul thought.

Paul's face immediately darkened. "Christina, you really are..."

The first time they met, Christina mistook him for a pervert. The second time, she thought he had a wife and kids while dating. The third time, just after clearing up the first two misunderstandings, she thought he had injured his reproductive organs.

"Don't worry, your mood is also very important. Rest assured, I won't tell anyone. As doctors, our basic professional ethics are to keep patient confidentiality."

Christina's expression was very serious.

Paul was really about to be driven mad by Christina.

"Christina, I'm not impotent!"

"I know, I understand."

This damn male pride. Actually, being a woman wasn't so bad; it's just that you can't have sex. It's no big deal.

Paul was so angry that his face turned red.

"Christina!" He gritted his teeth and called her name word by word.

"Miss Mitchell, Quincy is looking for you."

"Coming." Christina responded, then patted Paul's shoulder, "Don't be discouraged. With modern medicine, there's always a way. Keep a positive attitude, and you'll recover faster."

With that, she hurried out.

Paul was silent. 'Is Christina here to piss me off?'

After talking with Christina and Knox, Quincy went to eat lunch with them.

"Quincy, I want to ask about the patient in room ten. How is he doing?" Christina thought about helping Paul find out more about his condition.

Quincy was a bit surprised. "Do you know him?"

This was the second time Christina had asked about that patient.

"Yes, I guess you could say I know him."

"His injuries aren't serious. With continued rest, he'll fully recover."

So it seemed there really wasn't any major issue.

In the afternoon, Christina went to Paul's hospital room.

Christina said, "I asked around for you. Mr. Rodriguez said you don't have any major issues. Just rest well, and you'll be fine."

See how nice she was, caring about him, even helping him find out about his condition, and trying hard to comfort his damn pride.

Paul pointed to the door. "Get out!"

Seeing his still angry temper, Christina didn't dare say anything more and quickly left.

As soon as she left, Paul called the doctor. "I want to be discharged."

Quincy was puzzled. "Your injuries need a few more days of rest."

Paul said, "Then I want to transfer to another hospital. I don't want to stay here."

"What's wrong with our hospital?" Quincy was even more puzzled.

Paul was very annoyed. "Stop talking and get me the transfer paperwork!"

Paul immediately called someone to help him with the transfer procedures.

Knowing that Christina knew him, Quincy told her about it.

He doubted himself, "Does he think my medical skills are bad?"

Quincy was a very responsible doctor who cared about his patients' feelings. Paul's sudden desire to transfer made Quincy wonder if Paul didn't trust his medical skills, prompting him to reflect on his shortcomings and improve.

Christina comforted him, "No, he probably has some psychological issues."

Quincy was a well-known local doctor, and his medical skills were recognized as excellent in the industry. It must be that Paul couldn't accept his injury to his reproductive organs and feared Quincy couldn't treat him, so he requested a transfer.

Quincy was still puzzled but didn't overthink it, just deciding to pay more attention to patients' psychological issues in the future.

"Miss Mitchell, someone is here to see you."

Christina got up and went out.

A tall, well-built man stood there. His face wasn't very handsome, but it wasn't unattractive either, just regular features.

"Are you looking for me?" Christina walked over.

Preston raised his arm. "Change my bandage."