Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 372: Final Struggle

Chapter 372: Final Struggle

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

After the Walton family left, an old man who had just undergone surgery was pushed into this VIP ward. A caretaker was busy pouring water and taking out the urinal, arranging everything neatly.

The old man’s family asked the doctor, “Doctor, how’s my father?”

The doctor checked and said, “The anesthetic hasn’t pa.s.sed yet, but I told you before that you need to take care of someone with Alzheimer’s…”

The family member had a worried expression. The caretaker was at the side and listened to the doctor’s instructions seriously. When the doctor finished speaking, she quickly confirmed, “Discharge phlegm every twenty minutes and can only eat liquid food, what about soup? Can they drink clear soup?”

The doctor said, “A little is fine. Don’t eat too much.” With that, he looked at the family members. “You’ve been up all day and night. You have to rest well.”

The family members nodded. They had just hired a caretaker. After observing for a day, she was honest and willing to do things. She was also very concerned about the old man. She could remember everything the doctor instructed, so they were very relieved and went back to wash up and rest for the time being.

After everyone left, the caretaker first looked around the ward and realized that there were no surveillance cameras. Moreover, because it was a VIP ward, there were no other patients or family members beside her. She immediately threw away the towel and sat still.

“Phew… Acting for a day and a night is too tiring…” The caregiver fanned herself. Generally speaking, when the patient was pushed back, a nurse or doctor would come over every few minutes to check, especially the nurses. In the beginning, they would come very frequently, so the caregiver could only look at the sofa outside enviously. At this moment, she could only sit by the bed to rest.

The towel that the caregiver had casually thrown just now happened to cover the old man’s face and pressed down on the old man’s oxygen tube. The unconscious old man instinctively struggled, and the heart and lungs monitor made beeping sounds.

The caretaker sneered and took out her phone to take a photo of the old man with interest. As she took the photo, she smiled. “Look, this old fares dying struggle is too interesting!” After she finished taking the video, she sent it to a group chat. Most of the videos and pictures in the group chat were very b.l.o.o.d.y. The caretaker watched as her video was praised, her eyes glowing green. No one saw that there was a ghost lying on her head…

The door outside creaked. The caretaker immediately put away her cell phone and picked up the cell phone on the old man’s face. She pretended to wipe his face as she quietly took away the detector on the old man’s finger. The old man’s face turned red and he subconsciously took two breaths.

The nurse pushed the door open and entered. She quickly checked the old man’s condition and asked, “Did something happen just now? The devices were beeping.”

The caretaker nodded blankly. “No, right? I just wiped the patient’s face and hands…

The nurse looked at the old man’s hand and realized that the detector had fallen. She sighed. “When you wipe his hand, you can’t take this off. This is to monitor the patient’s breathing, heartbeat, and blood pressure. He just finished the surgery. You can’t be careless.”

The caretaker apologized profusely. “1 understand. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

The nurse checked again and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the patient before leaving.

The caretaker’s face fell. “How annoying!’

The evil spirit lay behind the caretaker and bit her neck, sucking something as if it was sucking blood. The caretaker felt her neck ache and raised her hand to rub it…

Walton Family Manor.

Harper slumped on the sofa and looked outside in boredom. He turned around and looked at the turtle in his hand. He placed the old turtle on the table and spun it around, muttering, “So boring…”

Seven stood on the handrail of the stairs and flapped his wings as he cawed.

“Hey! Old monster! Let go of that turtle!”

Harper glanced at Seven, the green parrot that had almost become too human. “It’s only because you have wings that I can’t catch you. Otherwise, I would have plucked all your feathers by now.” Seven cawed and flew outside. “Idiot! Idiot!”

Harper:

William, who was fiddling with a fis.h.i.+ng net, laughed. “Harper, are you crazy? You actually want to pluck the parrot’s feathers!”

Harper was exasperated. “William! Shut up!”

Lucas quietly looked up at Harper. “You didn’t play games today. Are you waiting for Mia?” After a Dause, he added, “Is there a need?” Amelia would always make a sound when she came back.. Did Harper and William have to wait here?