Chapter 348 Everyone Is Born For Himself

Jack had just finished drinking water when he saw Rachel rush into his ward. His eyes lit up instantly at
the sight of her. "Why are you running?" he asked as soon as she was within hearing distance.

Each time he saw Rachel, it brought a different kind of happiness to his heart like nothing in the world
mattered at all anymore.

Rachel briefly stared back at him as she took his medical record from the end of the bed. The longer
she looked at it, the more she frowned. After she studied his medical record, she looked so mad that
she almost gritted her teeth. "Jack, you have a very high fever. How can you not feel it at all? And you
even went to the company for a meeting? Have you taken the medicine I gave you on time?" she
asked in a worried tone.

She looked angry. Her eyes became watery and her lips slightly trembled. The sight of her made Jack's
heart feel heavy. He forced himself into a sitting position and looked at her anxiously. "I took the
medicine as you asked, but I really don't know how I got a high fever."

Austin stood on one side in silence. He covered his mouth while he snickered for a while. He quickly
coughed and cleared his throat when Jack suddenly turned towards him. "I swear that Mr. Fu took his
medicine on time," he said suddenly.

He immediately cursed himself for lying. Just that noon, he poured a glass of water for Jack and
reminded him to take the medicine. But Jack did not even took heed of what he said and instead
pointed at the corner of the table indicating to him to put it aside. He thought that it was because the
water was too hot and Jack would take the medicine later. But he never expected that the glass of
water was not even touched at all when he went back in at half past three in the afternoon to remind
Jack about the meeting.

"Mr. Fu, you haven't taken the medicine yet, have you?" Austin asked helplessly.



Jack touched his forehead and slightly gasped when he suddenly remembered. He checked his watch
and said, "Let's have that meeting first."

Austin's words relaxed Rachel a little bit, but her expression was still a little angry. "If you catch a cold,
you should make sure to take care of yourself, or your condition will get worse. Taking care of yourself
ensures that you have the energy to do all of your work as well, am I right?"

She really admired Jack that he still had the energy to attend a meeting despite his high fever.

"Yes, of course! You are right!"

Jack waved at Austin, signaling to him to leave the room.

He raised his hand, stared at her and swore, "I promise that it won't happen again."

"Who needs to listen to your promises? That's your body. It's yours to take care of. And I really don't
care," Rachel replied indifferently.

Despite what she said, she still walked towards Jack, reached out her hand to touch his forehead and
check his temperature. When she noticed that his temperature did not improve, she took out a towel
and was about to bring it to the bathroom.

But Jack grabbed her clothes when she was about to go to the bathroom. She turned her head towards
him and asked, "What are you doing, Jack?"

"Are you still angry?" Jack asked her in a gentle tone of voice.

She waved the towel in her hand at Jack with a slight frown. "Don't you see the towel in my hand,
Jack? You're still burning with fever. I'll get the towel wet and place it on your head to help lower your
temperature."



Outside the ward, Austin twitched his hands and instinctively leaned on the wall. He then pressed his
ear against the door and listened to the two people inside as they talked. He couldn't help but giggle to
himself.

It seemed that only Rachel could tame Jack.

When it was only Austin and Jack in the ward, Austin had a hard time getting Jack to lie down on the
bed. He claimed that he was feeling perfectly fine. It was then that Austin decided to call Rachel without
notifying Jack. And he was surprised at how effective it was.

He concluded that if something like this ever happened again in the future, calling Rachel was the best
course of action and everything would be just fine.

At that time, three company managers in black suits arrived without warning. Each one carried
something in their hands. They had fruit baskets and different kinds of tonics with them. A voice called
out to Austin as they approached Jack's room. "Austin, why are you standing outside? How is Mr. Fu?
Is he feeling better?"

"What are you doing here?" Austin asked when he saw the three managers.

The manager in the middle of the group stepped forward. His glasses was balanced nicely on the
bridge of his nose. "We passed by the hospital coming from a business transaction. So, we decided to
drop by and see how Mr. Fu is doing," he explained in a formal tone.

"So, how is Mr. Fu? We were so worried for him this afternoon," another one added. The slightly
slimmer manager on the right looked worried as he listened to the conversation about Jack's condition,
but his expression looked strange and gave Austin goose bumps.

"He's feeling better now, but he is not well enough to see visitors yet. I suggest you all go home for
now," Austin said in a serious tone before the other manager was able to speak.



"What is Mr. Fu doing inside the ward?"

"You don't have to know all of these things now, do you?" Austin had been Jack's secretary for so many
years, and the way he frowned looked similar to how Jack's frown.

A disappointed look masked the managers' eyes as they briefly glanced at each other. "Yes, we'd
better not go in and disturb Mr. Fu's rest so that he could recover faster," one of the managers agreed.
"Austin, please bring these presents to him in our behalf. Thank you."

He then placed the fruit basket near Austin's feet. After he placed down with his fruit basket, he noticed
that his two companions were still at a loss as to what to do. So, he tapped their legs to get their
attention. "Why are you two still standing there? What are you waiting for?"

The two suddenly snapped back to their senses. They hurriedly followed the example of the manager
in the middle of the group. "Yes, thank you, Austin," they said as they placed their items at Austin's feet.

"Take care on your way back," Austin said as he bid them farewell.

After they had turned and left, Austin immediately sent all the food to the nursing station and asked the
nurses to share it among themselves.

The next morning, the ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound as Rachel slowly opened her
eyes. She saw Jack lying beside her. He had a hand at the side of his head to support it as he watched
her with a smile.

She remembered that she lay on the sofa last night, but now... "Did you bring me to the bed by
yourself?" Rachel asked immediately.

"Well, who else do you think is here to carry you to the bed?" Jack asked with an impish smile. He
gently tapped her nose, and the smile in his eyes steadily became even wider. "It's late. Do you want to



continue lying down?"

"What time is it?" Rachel asked gently.

"Ten minutes to eight," Jack replied with a smile.

Rachel saw Celia as she walked the corridors of the hospital. Celia had just completed her night shift.
Celia looked at Rachel from head to foot. She then touched her chin gently. "Did you go home last
night, Rachel?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, I just got back for my shift," replied Rachel with a guilty conscience.

"But that's impossible!" Celia exclaimed.

She walked around Rachel while gently tapping her lips with her index finger. "You haven't changed
your clothes and shoes. Even your hair is only tied casually with a rubber band instead of being neatly
arranged. Rachel, tell me the truth. Where did you really go last night?"

This young girl might be quite silly sometimes, but she definitely had a sharp eye for details.

Rachel placed a hand on her forehead as she gently shook her head. "Jack fainted because of a high
fever last night. I stayed with him the entire evening," she explained.

"Wow!"

Celia's eyes lit up as she clapped her hands slowly.

"Why do you look so happy to hear that he has a fever?" Rachel asked with a frown.

Celia immediately grabbed Rachel's arm when she noticed that Rachel misunderstood her. "No,
Rachel, I was just happy for you. You took care of Jack in the hospital for an entire evening, which



means the two of you have gotten back together, right? And because of that, I am willing to believe that
true love still exist in the world."

Love?

The words that Rachel read in the magazine the other day suddenly resurfaced in her mind—"I don't
know if I really love you, but I know that I can't live without you. If the world is going to end tomorrow, I
will tell you this: you are the only person that I want to spend my last moments with."

When she first read the passage, she thought that the person who wrote it must be very sentimental,
but now, she felt that it somehow applied to her too.

She was aware that she still loved Jack and enjoyed the feeling of being with him, but she was also
aware that she was still a selfish woman. Because she was afraid of getting hurt once more, she chose
to run away each time he proposed for them to be together again. She thought that she could just hold
on to what they now have for as long as she could, and she believed that there was nothing wrong with
that idea.

Everyone was born for just their own self.

And she was not the only one who was like that when being in love. She was used to thinking about the
future and what could possibly happen. If she thought that there was even the slightest disadvantage to
her, she would step away and hesitate.

But when she received a call from Austin about Jack's condition, she was immediately at a loss. It
made her realize that losing Jack was even more unacceptable to her than getting hurt once more.
Even if it was just a possibility that he might be in grave danger, it made her feel like she was walking
on coals.



Celia closely watched the changes on Rachel's face as Rachel stared blankly at nothingness. After
some time of watching Rachel, Celia decided to wave her hand in front of Rachel's eyes several times
until she could get a reaction from her. "Rachel, what's wrong with you? What were you thinking? Why
are you acting like a silly girl?"

"Nothing," Rachel replied, dazed and confused. She touched her warm cheeks, and immediately
excused herself to go and buy some breakfast to fill her stomach. She left instantly without saying
another word.

However, her favorite sandwich that always tasted good for her, tasted like wax that morning. She
forced herself to eat half of it, but eventually ended up losing her appetite. She eventually became
dazed once more as she sat at the cafeteria.

She straightened out her relationship with Jack, but what about Bill?

At that very same moment, Andy brought a freshly brewed sober tea to Bill's bedroom. Bill was already
up when Andy got into the room, but he had a dull look on his face. His pajamas looked like they were
carelessly hung on a lifeless statue.

Although he felt angry, Andy still felt sorry for Bill. He sighed and shook his head as he stood at the
door. He watched him and eventually handed him the sober up tea. "Bill, you will feel much better after
drinking this. Always remember that no matter how frustrated you feel, you can't vent your anger and
frustration on your own body," he reminded him.

"I understand," Bill replied weakly.

He gently massaged his temples with his thumb and middle finger. Last night, he felt very sad when he
saw the empty seat next to him. He left in the middle of the performance and went to a bar.


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