Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 583: So Alert?

Chapter 583: So Alert?

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Harper had slept alone in his room since he was three years old. He didn’t let anyone in and didn’t like to go out. In the blink of an eye, he was already eight years old, and this was the first time his father had accompanied him at night… He slept beside him and guarded him…

Harper couldn’t describe what he was feeling. All he felt was that he was no longer sleepy. Suddenly, he heard a rustling outside the door. He didn’t know what it was, but he frowned. He thought about it and got up to go out and take a look. As soon as he got up, Dylan was woken up and asked, “What’s wrong? Want to go to the toilet?” Before Harper could answer, he wiped his face and stood up. “Let’s go.”

Dylan wasn’t the talkative type. When he saw Harper looking at him as if he wanted to say something, he waited quietly. Father and son stared at each other.

Harper pointed out the door. “Dad, didn’t you hear it?”

Dylan listened for a moment. “l hear it. The bell at the nurses’ station.”

Harper: “…” No, he had a hematoma in his brain, not a screw loose! He could still distinguish the bell at the nurses’ station from other strange sounds!

Suddenly, the ward door creaked open. Harper jumped when she saw a nurse open the door and come in. She was puzzled to see Harper and Dylan standing in the ward. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you standing up?”

Harper had yet to undergo surgery. After the routine checkup during the day, there were still one or two follow-up checkups, so when the nurses made ward rounds, they would stop by to take a look.

Dylan said in a m.u.f.fled voice, “It’s fine.”

The nurse reminded him of things to look out for and went out after checking Harper’s temperature. The ward fell silent again, and the rustling sound from before was gone.

Dylan saw that Harper had no intention of going to the bathroom. “Go to sleep, then,” he said.

Harper lay down again, but he couldn’t fall asleep. When he opened his eyes again in a daze, it was already morning. His father wasn’t in the ward. He didn’t know where he had gone. He was about to get out of bed to take a look when he saw the door open again. This time, it was the old lady from yesterday.

“Little kid, you’re up so early.” The old lady smiled and placed her hands behind her back, as if she was strolling. There were family members of patients pa.s.sing by the corridor. When they saw the old lady, they would greet her kindly. She seemed to be very familiar with everyone.

Harper said nothing. Silence. No words.

The old lady smiled. “I’m just walking around. My grandson is also hospitalized here. Little kid, why are you hospitalized?”

Harper: “…” Still silent.

The old lady was a little speechless. Was this child so quiet? Was he so vigilant? He didn’t say anything.

While Harper was not paying attention, the old lady patted Harper’s shoulder with a smile and asked with concern, “Little kid, what’s your name? How old are you? Where do you live?”

Harper frowned. Wasn’t this old lady being too friendly? He… Harper felt his mind suddenly blur. He forgot what he wanted to say, and the things in front of him became blurry.

The old lady’s eyes flashed. She looked at Harper, who was in a daze, and nodded in satisfaction.

Five minutes later, the old lady left the ward. Harper sat on the bed numbly and lay down stiffly. Like a robot carrying out an order, he closed his eyes.

Not long after the old lady left, the nurse came in for a routine checkup. Seeing that Harper was still asleep, she patted him.

Harper opened his eyes in a daze and was momentarily at a loss. He seemed to have woken up just now. Why did he fall asleep again? Could it be that he was dreaming just now? Sometimes, humans would have extremely realistic dreams. For example, when the alarm rang, they would keep reminding themselves that it was time to get up, brush their teeth, wash their faces, and go to work. Therefore, in the dream, they would get up, brush their teeth, and wash their faces. Then, they would suddenly wake up and realize that they were dreaming. Or perhaps, in the dream, they wanted to go to the toilet and searched the world for the toilet. When they finally peed, they realized that they were dreaming…

At this moment, Harper felt the same way. He felt like he had woken up in the morning and was going to look for his father or something, but he did not know if he climbed into bed and fall asleep again. Or was everything a dream and he had never woken up?

The nurse saw that Harper was silent again, lost in his own world. She shook her head. The child’s reflexes were indeed poor. Let’s hope he returned to normal after the surgery.

Dylan returned just as the nurse went out. He checked the time. Seven-fifty.. He’d been gone ten minutes and Harper was already up? Why hadn’t he slept longer?