American drama of life

Chapter 50

"We are already like this, but without their joy."

Emma said something coldly and walked out.

"They are a grandmother, a mother, and two daughters. We are a grandmother, a mother, an aunt, and a daughter!"

Bonnie corrected and shouted: "Don't compare them with us!"

This movement has attracted the attention of the other side.

"Look at what?"

Bonnie raised his middle finger: "Keep laughing at yours, keep shaking yours, and keep looking at yours!"

"Cough cough."

The thin middle-aged man in the wheelchair felt a little awkward when he saw Bonnie leave. Normally, he should leave, but he really couldn't bear the beautiful scenery of this ward, so he coughed lightly, ignored the embarrassment, and racked his brains to continue teasing Four meatballs for grandparents and grandchildren.

there.

"Luke, do I need to call the police?"

After Little Fatty George flashed out of the ward, he found Luke and asked.

"no need."

Luke shook his head: "It's useless to call the police, this is their daily life, and haven't you heard that her ex-husband was beaten even worse by her, and whoever calls the police doesn't know."

"Is she joking?"

Fatty George froze.

"No moisture at all."

Luke looked at him seriously.

"hiss."

Little fatty George gasped, and then looked towards the ward: "Then we need to call the police, your sister... How can that little girl named Emma live in such an environment?"

"Ugh."

Luke sighed: "If it was possible, I would have acted long ago, but Emma still has feelings for her mother, and she doesn't want me to arrange a better environment for her at all.

As long as she is not abused, I dare not interfere at all.

Because she's still mad at me.

Otherwise, it would be a forced adoption. If she ran away from home, wandered outside, or was adopted into an orphanage, it would definitely be worse than it is now. "

"Has she no other relatives?"

Fatty George also understood the chances of the streets and orphanages "transporting talents for the underworld, White Camel Mountain, etc.", so he changed the topic.

"Father doesn't have it."

Luke thought for a while and said: "On the mother's side, besides her mother, a drunkard and poisonous ghost, there is also a half-sister.

I heard that he is also an alcoholic, poisonous, and gambler, and he has a 5-year-old daughter at a young age.

I heard that Emma, ​​the little niece, looks pretty good now, and often takes care of her mother who is drunk and fainted. "

"..."

Fatty George was speechless.

What a superb family these are.

"gay guy."

At this time, Alex Clive walked by and saw Luke and the two standing there talking. He first mocked the little fatty George, and then looked at Luke: "Be careful that he passes the poison to you."

"That's not what I passed on!"

Fatty George blushed immediately.

"At least people can pass it on, Mr. Clive, the eggless warrior, can you?"

Luke immediately snapped back: "You are the one who will be passed on at most."

The eggless warrior gave Luke a hard look, and walked away.

"what happened?"

Luke wanted to pat the fat little George to comfort him, but he moved his hand, and in the end he didn't reach out.

It's one thing to know it's okay.

But somewhat psychologically uncomfortable.

It's better not to touch or not to touch.

"I don't know how the hospital was infected with the poison, and many people were infected."

Fatty George explained embarrassingly: "I swear I didn't pass it on, I was also sent by a nurse..."

"Many people were recruited?"

Luke was thoughtful: "But it's all about you now?"

"Ah."

Little fatty George said angrily: "I knew I shouldn't have asked Alex to give me an injection. Now all the nurses look at me wrongly."

"You ah you."

Luke shook his head speechlessly: "Haven't you found the problem yet?"

"what?"

Fatty George was taken aback.

"I've told you that it's hard to win respect from a position of strength through your own efforts."

Luke analyzed: "On this point, I thought you had figured it out last time the Eggless Warriors slandered you as 007.

This time so many people were recruited, but you were picked out and said to be the source of infection.

The eggless warrior kept mocking, making it known to all.

Haven't you reacted yet? "

"Are you saying that Alex is actually the source of the infection?"

cried little fat George, his eyes widening.

"Although I'm not very sure, but it's pretty close."

Luke nodded: "Based on his character, most of the active slandering of you is because he did it before, or he did it this time."

Emmm.

Speaking of this, he always felt that Alex's demeanor was very familiar.

It's just that I can't remember seeing anyone like this in my previous life.

"Alex has slept with many people in the hospital, it must be him!"

Fatty George was overjoyed and wanted to hug Luke.

"Hurry up and check."

Luke took a step back: "It's good to have early treatment, and be more careful in the future."

"it is good."

Fatty George stopped in embarrassment, promised, turned and left.

Luke chatted with his acquaintances in the emergency room again, and went to the laboratory to watch the excitement. He saw medical workers in white queuing up there, waiting to be tested for venom.

"Your circle is really chaotic, this world is really chaotic."

Luke looked at the team that turned the corner and didn't know the end, and felt infinitely emotional.

In theory, these are almost all people of the same path.

The world of American dramas is such a mess for even the health care workers who should be the most hygienic. Luke is definitely not hypocritical when he treats people like Nikki who are so enthusiastic and explosive.

After taking a look at the excitement, he left.

Although Maggie was also in the hospital, he didn't worry about her at all, let alone himself.

Walking through a ward, I saw the emaciated middle-aged man Phil who had been sent here before, and his wife came to pick him up and go home.

It's just that I twisted my waist, it's not a big problem, it's perfectly fine to go back and recuperate.

"You look fine."

His wife, Claire, touched her husband's face and smiled.

"Yeah . . . except for the firefighter thing."

Phil still clung to this.

After he took morphine last night to relieve the pain, his wife, who had been tricked by tricks, confessed it himself.

"Do you remember?"

His wife, Claire, felt even more guilty: "It's all my fault. I'm a housewife. I'm sloppy every day. I'm covered in flour and peanut butter. I also want to exude some charm once in a while."

"To Luke?"

Phil teased.

"stop!"

Upon hearing this, his wife, Claire, immediately interrupted with a wave of her hand, with a distressed expression on her face: "Stop linking this name with what happened last night!"

"OK, give me a little time to adjust."

After getting into the wheelchair, Phil still couldn't forget to say, "The memory is still fresh."

This is his strategy, the longer it is delayed, the more he talks, the stronger his wife's guilt will be, and the greater the benefits he can realize in the future.

"Phil, aren't you going to leave without saying goodbye? Is this your husband? He's been playing tricks all morning to amuse us."

When walking past the ward next to him, an American meatball came out, followed by two, three, and four.

"is it?"

His wife, Claire, saw that there was no guilt at all, and she dragged her voice and smirked.

Phil panicked, felt the chill coming from behind, caught a glimpse of Luke standing not far away, and immediately pointed at him and shouted: "Luke! Firefighter Luke!"

(End of this chapter)