Chapter 638 It&##x27;s Too Late

The reason why Nancy insisted on talking to Charles was to prevent him from sleeping.

After being kept at home for a whole day, Nancy wouldn't just let him sleep soundly.

"I'm not sleepy. Charles, can we talk a little more?" Nancy pleaded.

However, Charles was already too sleepy to give in, so he said, "It's late. Let's go to bed."

Looking at Charles’ exhausted face, Nancy thought to herself, 'Charles, you provoked me, so don't
blame me for torturing you.'

When Charles finally closed his eyes, Nancy carefully got out of the bed to execute her plan. She knew
very well that she was allergic to Radix Isatidis. In fact, she could still remember what happened to her
when she was in third grade in primary school.

It was winter and there were many people who caught a cold, including Nancy. When she was put on a
drip in the hospital, the doctor gave her Radix Isatidis.

Not long after she was injected with it, her scalp began to itch as well as her body. Then finally, red
pimples appeared on her body.

The doctor quickly pulled out the needle and said that she couldn't have Radix Isatidis in the future
because of allergy.

Now, in order to make trouble for Charles, Nancy had gone all out. She thought it was just an allergy,
and nothing serious would happen.

For a doctor, Nancy obviously didn't have a clear mind at this moment. A severe allergy attack was
terrible. It could cause respiratory failure and internal organs damage.



It was her anger towards Charles that pushed her to come up with this idea. Therefore, she opened the
medical kit and tore open a bag of Radix Isatidis. She poured it into warm water and drank it without
hesitation.

Then she went back to their room and lay down on the bed as if nothing happened.

"Are you sleepy too?" When Charles didn't hear a sound from Nancy, he thought she was sleepy too.
He had no idea what Nancy did just now. Well, he was sleepy, and the happiest thing a sleepy person
could do was to have a good sleep.

"I'm sleepy, too," replied Nancy lazily.

"Good night." With his eyes closed, Charles put his arm around her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Nancy was silently counting in her head.

When she counted to more than nine thousand, her whole body began to itch.

It was then that she knew that the medicine began to work.

"Ouch! Itchy..." Nancy began to scratch her body.

"Come on, let me scratch you. Don't move." Since she kept wiggling in his arms, Charles found it hard
to fall asleep. He had no choice but to put his hand on her back and scratch it gently.

However, Nancy just complained even more. "What are you doing, Charles? I am itchier now."

"Yes. You have bumps all over your body. What kind of bug bit you?" Until now, he was still in a daze.
He was actually half asleep as he spoke.

"Ah! It's so itchy. It was becoming unbearable, Charles. You must have come into contact with
something outside and brought home some bacteria. Oh, I see. You must have been with a woman



who used a perfume which I'm allergic to." Obviously, Nancy was just messing around. Charles couldn't
have fooled around with other women, could he?

As a neat freak, he would always wash his hands no matter what kind of people he came in contact
with.

"Nancy, I don't think so. I've been dealing with documents today. I didn't wear perfume, nor did I have
any woman." How could he have the time to go out with another woman when his mind had always
been full of Nancy?

"But I'm having an allergy! Here, here, it's full of bumps, it seems to be urticaria. It's itchy. Charles, I'm
itchy..." Pointing at the bumps on her body, Nancy wriggled restlessly in his arms.

Finally, Charles gave up and opened his eyes.

"Let me have a look, Nancy." His sleepy eyes widened in shock when he saw that her body was all red.
He was so nervous that he shouted,

"Nancy, you're really having an allergy attack! I'll find you some desensitizer. Wait a minute, I'll be back
soon."

"It's itchy. It's killing me." The desensitizer had been thrown away by Nancy a while ago. There was no
way he could find any.

Would he let her suffer here at home, or would he bring her to the hospital?

He would definitely send her to his hospital, wouldn't he?

This was Nancy's plan all about. If she got sick and be brought to the hospital, then she would be able
to check what was happening there.



After three minutes, Charles came back in a hurry. "Nancy, I remember that we have a lot of
desensitizers at home. Why can't I find any?"

"How could I know? All I know right now is that my body is so itchy." As she complained, Nancy kept
scratching her face and then her body.

"Nancy, don't scratch it. The more you scratch, the worse it will get. It will cause diarrhea. I heard from
the doctor that urticaria will appear in your intestines and then you will vomit." Seeing how
uncomfortable Nancy was, Charles became more and more anxious. "I'll call a doctor for you."

"Don't, Charles. It's so late. How can you disturb them? I'm a doctor. I know how tired a doctor is after
working for a whole day. Don't cause them any trouble. You... Take me to the hospital instead." Afraid
that he would realize what she was planning, Nancy tried to be as cautious as she could.

However, Charles already see through her when he heard this. A ghost of smile appeared on Charles'
face. Why didn't he notice it early?

Did Nancy provoke her allergy on purpose?

Was she so determined to go to the hospital that she had come this far?

Even if he knew that Nancy pulled a trick on him, what could he do? There was no desensitizer at
home, and Nancy was really having an allergy. He couldn't refuse to take Nancy to the hospital just
because he was mad at her.

What would happen when they went there? 'Nancy, the hospital is mine, and so are you. That's why I
am the king of all this.'

In the end, Charles decided to bring her to the hospital and took the thickest jacket for her. "The
weather forecast says it may snow tomorrow. Wear more and don't catch a cold."



"Thank you, Charles." This time, she was sincere so Charles couldn't help but smile faintly.

Charles smiled faintly. "It's what I should do. Why do you thank me? Husband and wife should
accompany and take care of each other, right? I'll just leave a note for the kids, in case they wake up
and can't find us. Then I'll go to the hospital with you."

In a piece of paper, Charles wrote, 'Mommy had an allergy attack, so Daddy will take her to the
hospital. Tomorrow morning, I will ask Hiram to come here to take care of you.'

When he was done, Charles pasted the paper on the door of their bedroom, because it was the first
place the kids would run to when they woke up.

The children would definitely see the note in the morning.

After everything was settled, Charles took Nancy to the hospital.

Luckily, there was a doctor from the Department of Dermatology who was on duty that night.

His name was Franco Zhan, and he knew Nancy.

Looking at the red spots on her face and body, he asked, "Director Nancy, what happened to you?"

"Director Franco, I seem to be having an allergy, with a lot of urticaria on my body." To let him see more
of her red bumps, she rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her arm in front of him. "Do you think
so?"

"Yes, urticaria. Did you eat something you are allergic to? Fish or shrimp? Or something else? Think
about it." After checking her skin for a while, Franco added, "The allergy is quite serious."


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