Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2115

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2115

It really is her! She's alive! The surgery was a success!

Joan threw herself onto Delilah and cried her eyes out.

Everyone around was deeply touched by the scene and was on the verge of tearing.

"Ms. Young, I missed you terribly," Joan sniveled.

Delilah hadn't gotten back to her senses yet, so she couldn't quite figure out what was going on. Someone had told her Joan had gone out to get food.

"Alright now, everything's fine. You went out to get breakfast, didn't you? Lucius and I are starving." Delilah softly patted the crying woman's shoulder and swiftly changed the topic.

Hm? Since when did I say I was getting breakfast? Joan lifted her chin and looked perplexedly at the lady beside her. Her coworkers immediately sank their heads onto their shoulders. "Please excuse me, Ms. Young. I'm afraid I still have some work to do."

"I almost forgot. My son asked me to head home now."

"Same here, Ms. Young. We'll visit you again soon."

In less than two minutes, those from the village had all exited the ward.

"Mom, those ladies told us you went out to get us breakfast. I'm hungry." Lucius rubbed his growling tummy as he whiningly grunted.

"Breakfast right here. Your mom got you these!" Larry appeared at the door out of nowhere at that moment, and in his hands were a few bags of food.

"Where did they all go? I got them some too." Larry looked for the ladies who were in the room just a minute ago.

Delilah looked at Joan and then at Larry. Something puzzling her brain.

"Thank you so much, Doctor. We're really grateful to have you." Dustin held the hands of the surgeon in much gratitude.

“That's what I'm here for. A doctor's job is to save lives." The surgeon's voice suddenly turned solemn. "By the way, are you really planning to stay here for good and not return to Wildefield?" Dustin had been back in the country for quite some time, and he'd shown no interest in going back to Bainewich college to continue his studies. The surgeon wanted to pass Dustin all the knowledge and techniques he had acquired, but the current situation left him hanging.

"I really appreciate your kind thoughts, but it's not the right time for me to leave yet." Dustin pinched his neck with his palm awkwardly as he explained himself.

Sigh. Well, the young ones have their ways of thinking, and I should, by all means, respect them.

The two men chatted for a bit before the surgeon left.

Looking at the fading silhouette, Dustin started feeling apologetic for disappointing the other man.

Joan, I'm doing this for you. If I really go back one day, will you miss me? Dustin's current state of mind was in a daze.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to him. "Dustin?"

"What brings you guys here?"

"Oh, I came as heard that Ms. Young had an operation today. How was the operation? All good?" Nancy probed for a quick answer.

The tone in Dustin's voice spelled relief as he replied, "Yes, it was very successful."

"Ms. Young, how are you feeling?" Nancy looked worrisome as she turned her head to face the lady on the bed.

"So far, so good. I feel bad that you came all the way to see me, though." Delilah ended her words with a cough.

Joan was surprised to see Nancy and Jory as she hadn't told them about the operation.

"Joan, you should've told me about this. I wouldn't have known anything about this if I hadn't asked around," Nancy grumbled.

"I hope you didn't take this the wrong way. I mean, you're pregnant, and that baby bump is pretty big now. I didn't want to trouble you," Joan swiftly explained.

They then chatted on, seeming quite merry with each other's company.

As days passed, Delilah slowly recovered and got stronger.

"I'd like to be discharged." Her utterance caught everyone aback.

Joan, who was sitting on the couch, felt stumped. It was true that Delilah had been hospitalized for quite a period of time. What concerned her was the health problems that might arise after she'd been discharged.

"Ms. Young, let's stay for another few more days, okay?" Joan suggested, tucking Delilah's blanket as she spoke.

Delilah picked her words strategically. in an attempt to persuade Joan. "Enough. I've asked the doctor about this matter, and he told me that I'm good to go. Let's go home. I don't really like the atmosphere here. It makes me feel as if I'm going to die soon."