Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 164

Whenever Greyson thought of this, he felt so sad, and looked at James’ back with anger.

He was still young, had more chances. He would make James, the bastard pay for it one day for sure!

James kept looking at the emergency room, paying no attention to Greyson who had been staring at him angrily.

Soon doctors and nurses arrived with a hospital bed.

Roland went up to speak to them seriously and then led them to James.

"Mr. James, please get on the bed. They'll treat your wound now."

Roland walked up to James and said.

James looked at the emergency room, which was still closed. He hesitated for a second and nodded slightly before he climbed onto the bed with difficulty while holding the hospital gown.

“Please leave it to me.” One of the nurses said to James quickly while holding the split hospital gown. They immediately pushed the hospital bed towards the emergency room on the other side.

James covered his belly to stop blood coming out while holding the split gown with the other hand. He took the gown closer to him and said, "It’s ok. I’ll carry it myself."

Hearing this, the nurse didn't urge him and let go of the gown.

James lay on the bed, looking at the closed emergency room through the gap between the nurses. He looked sad and grabbed the gown tightly in his hand.

He didn't stop his gazing at the emergency room until his bed was pushed into the other emergency room, which was then closed.

After James had been transferred to the surgical bed, the doctors and nurses took out a pile of instruments and drugs required to treat his wounds. Several small vials of drugs were then dispensed and put into the syringe, which was about to be applied to him when he stopped the nurse.

"Is there any anesthetic in it?" asked James.

The wound was so deep that an urgent treatment was required. Running off her feet, the nurse really didn’t have time for such an unprofessional question raised by a patient.

But the nurse replied considering his identity.

"Yes." She wouldn’t bother to say one more word.

The nurse grabbed James's hand and wiped his arm with an alcohol pad. Before she gave him the injection, the air bubbles were squeezed out of the syringe, and she was ready for the injection.

"I don't want to take any narcotics and sedative drugs. Remove those for me." said James.

Angela had been in the emergency room for a while. He needed his surgery to be finished as soon as possible so he could know how she was the first time, even if he couldn’t go see her after his surgery.

“No.” The doctor declined him with a serious look before the nurses replied to him.

“Anesthetics and sedatives are required for your surgery; otherwise, you won’t get through it!"

"I don't take them. Thanks." James said, turning his head to the doctor.

The doctor looked more serious because he had to deal with such an unreasonable man while he was running off his feet. "Mr. James, maybe you have been used to issue orders, but you are now my patient in the hospital, you need to listen to me."

"There have been some patients who insisted on not taking anesthetics and sedatives because they were worried about the sequela to their body or whatsoever. But as soon as the surgery began, they couldn’t stand the pain and anesthetics and sedatives had to be applied again."

"I can assure you that the injections of drugs like anesthetics and sedatives basically will not result in any sequela to your body if you are worried about it."

In order to save as much time as possible, the doctor said very fast while the nurses were preparing for the surgery fast and neat.

"I can stand the pain." said James.

"I’m fully responsible for it myself if any unnecessary trouble occurs afterwards."

All doctors disliked patients who loved to boss around while knowing nothing about the surgery. With a large needle in his hand, which would be applied to stitching the wound, the doctor shouted,