Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 478

He was jolted awake by such a weird nightmare and breathed heavily once he sat up.

The sun was beginning to rise at the horizon.

He had lost all interest in getting any more sleep, thus he woke up to get ready for work. He deliberately shaved his stubble neatly because he was going to see her today.

He wanted to present himself to her in his best form to prevent her from getting worried about him.

Grand Asia's medical department.

Rose had arrived at the matron's office early in the morning.

She humbly stood in front of the matron and bowed." Thank you for your patience in teaching me."

The matron stole a glance at the clock hanging on the wall, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

Other workers were probably just about to get out of bed, yet this lady who was the apple of the president's eye was more hardworking than anyone else. "Come along with me."

The matron led Rose to Old Master Severe's room and gave a briefing about the patient's condition. "His four limbs are powerless, including his respiratory

muscles. In the previous hospital, they diagnosed him as having progressive muscular dystrophy. After a few multidisciplinary discussions in our hospital, he's been diagnosed as having somatization disorder." Rose had never heard of somatization disorder, thus the matron explained, saying, "It's a disorder caused by the central nervous system which is mostly related t o anxiety and mood disorders. For a patient to present such severe symptoms like him, this is the first. The patient has no willpower to live!"

Rose's eyes reddened as she choked. "Understood!"

"If it was a simple somatization disorder, it wouldn't be a serious condition. However, the patient is unable to tolerate any medications for stabilizing his mood. That's where the difficult part of the treatment is. The most crucial part regarding the care for this patient is psychological counseling."

"Okay." Rose kept every piece of information in mind.

"Also, to prevent his muscles from deteriorating, we need to inject him with medications to maintain his muscle form."

Rose gave a thought before asking, "Matron, could you teach me how to inject the medications today?"

She wanted to do more to help her grandpa so that he could get back up on his feet sooner. She was willing to do anything regardless of whether it was big or small.

The matron passed a cannula to Rose and pointed at one obvious vein on the back of Old Master Severe's hand. She then asked, "Do you want to try and change his cannula for him?"

Rose carefully removed the plaster at the back of her grandpa's hand.

Out of nowhere, some hurried footsteps were heard outside and someone was shouting, "Where's the matron? Someone get her quickly. The president has fallen ill and needs to be given a bed immediately." The matron and Rose turned pale out of shock.

When they ran out of the room, they saw a few nurses pushing the president's hospital stretcher toward the nursing station.

"What happened?" the matron enquired.

"The president is suffering from alcohol allergy and needs to be observed in the ward for a few days."

"Immediately arrange for the VVIP room!" The matron turned to look at Rose with a thoughtful glance.

"Come with me."

At the VVIP room.

The matron and Rose had just entered when the doctors ordered the matron, "The president's allergy reaction this time is slightly milder, but due to his history, the gradually progressive nature of the allergy reaction might cause damage to his other organs. This should not be taken lightly. There must be someone watching over him 24 hours a day."

The matron nervously nodded and said, "Okay."

Rose looked at the man lying in bed. His fair and handsome face still held its arrogance despite being ill, looking as if he was above everyone else. Seeing him in this state, she was tempted to smack him. 'Why did he drink alcohol if he knows that he's allergic to it?'

After the doctors left, Jay gradually opened his eyes.

Those deep-set eyes had a hint of mischief.

"I'm thirsty, get me some water," he said with a weak voice as he looked at Rose.

Rose immediately went to fetch him a cup of warm distilled water and passed it to him.

Jay said, "I don't have much strength. Feed me."

Rose brought the cup nearer to his mouth!

In her heart, she was wondering why this man seemed much more annoying when he was ill.

Usually, he had an 'I will not beg anyone for anything' attitude.

As Jay drank his water, his sharp gaze landed on Rose's face.

Rose turned away, refusing to let him see her ugly face. She was afraid that he would show disgust when he found out.