A Crazy One-night Stand novel Chapter 81

Wilson frowned and thought for a moment. "She must have been in shock!" 

He didn't know much about medical knowledge, but previously, Alina also had a fever and stayed in hospital for some time. He remembered that it was because she was in shock when her plans were stolen.

"What happened to her anyway?" Bill stopped what he was doing. He turned to Wilson and looked at him with quizzical eyes, itching to know what had happened. 

Last night, Reed Valentine reported to him promptly when she returned back. According to her, Alina wasn't ill, but she had bruises all over her body.

That's really intriguing! He couldn't even begin to imagine Wilson's ravenous appearance.

"None of your business." Wilson answered coldly.

Bill begged, "Oh, don't be like this. There are some things that close friends should share with each other, right?"

He gave Wilson a knowing smile. However, his hands were busy with the medical equipment. Bill took out a syringe and did a sensitivity test for Alina.

Noticing the guilty look on Wilson's face as he stared at Alina, Bill's eyes shone with a wily smile. He put on a concerned expression and warned Wilson deliberately, "I can't guarantee that the fever will subside after giving her an IV drip. If it doesn't, she might lose her memory, or worse, she might go crazy. Do you know that a fever could burn the nerves in her brain? I'll show you an example!"  

He twitched his neck as if his movements were uncontrollable.

Bill was trying to scare Wilson. He knew that Wilson's understanding of medicine was really shallow. Wilson couldn't even remember simple first aid instructions, such as rubbing a bruise with an egg.

Bill recalled that in the past, Wilson always went to the hospital covered in injuries. He especially prepared a fully equipped first aid kit for Wilson, but every time, Wilson would go straight to the hospital and get treatment from him. Whenever did he ask Wilson if he had taken any painkillers or anti-inflammatory medicine, Wilson would reply nonchalantly, "I can't tell the medicines apart!"

Each time, Bill would admonish him impatiently. "Look at the manual then. Every medication comes with its own administration manual!" 

"It'd be easier to just come to the hospital!" Wilson's obstinate reply always made Bill growl in exasperation.  

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, Wilson furrowed his brows with worry. "If Lina lost her memory or went crazy, I will destroy Lanthem Hospital!" 

Bill was speechless at Wilson's sudden threat. 

Did he shoot himself in the foot? 

After checking for any allergic reaction to the sensitivity test, Bill quickly set up an IV drip for Alina. 

Seeing the liquid in the bottle dripping downwards, Wilson asked Bill, "When will she wake up?"

Bill didn't dare to joke around with Wilson anymore. He wasn't one to play by the rules and who knew what extreme measures Wilson would take. 

He immediately answered, "If nothing goes wrong, Alina will wake up after this IV drip is completed." 

"Well, if anything goes wrong, I will round up some thugs to destroy Lanthem Hospital!" Wilson uttered another threat frankly with an indifferent expression on his face. 

Bill could only look on helplessly. 

Inwardly, he was rolling his eyes in frustration. What did he do to deserve this? He must have owed Wilson a lot in his past life, so much so that he had to repay Wilson in this lifetime. 

He was the director of Lanthem Hospital, for goodness sake. He wasn't some cat or dog, waiting around for its owner. Once Bill received Wilson's call, he threw his work aside and rushed over immediately. Wilson wasn't only an ungrateful brat, in addition, he even piled on the threats to destroy Bill's hospital. What the actual f*ck? 

The passionate memory of last night resurfaced in his mind. Bill's eyes glazed over at that amorous thought. That woman was really heartless. After she had her way with him, she disappeared without a trace. Bill was still a virgin, a virgin! Did she not want to take responsibility after claiming his virginity?

Wilson had already left the room.

After leaving Alina, Wilson returned to his own room. Looking at the breakfast prepared by Simon, he reached out and touched it. The food had already gone cold.

He frowned, picked up the packed breakfast, and walked out. 

Wilson vaguely remembered that the kitchen was equipped with a microwave. If he managed to heat up the food, Alina would be able to eat it after she woke up. 

Walking to the door of Alina's room, he seemed to have thought about something. He walked in again and asked Bill, "How long will this IV drip last?" 

"About half an hour!" Bill looked up and saw a plastic bag in Wilson's hand. His eyes lit up and he teased Wilson, "Did you prepare breakfast for your wife?"

Wilson rolled his eyes at him and left.

He went to the kitchen. 

First, Wilson took the bread rolls out of the plastic bag. He opened the sterilization cabinet and placed the bread rolls neatly into a ceramic bowl. 

Then, he placed the bowl into the microwave. Confused by the many knobs and buttons, he turned the timer on the microwave. The bread rolls should be sufficiently hot by ten minutes, right?

Wilson set the timer for ten minutes, then sat down on the sofa. He flipped through a magazine as he waited for the bread rolls to heat up. 

Ten minutes later, he heard a bell go off in the kitchen. Wilson put down the magazine and stood up proudly. It seemed that it was not too troublesome to cook. No wonder Alina wanted to cook for herself.

He went up to the microwave and opened the microwave door. With his bare hands, he reached out to touch the bowl and was burned by the piping hot temperature. Wilson withdrew his hands immediately.  

So he glanced around the kitchen and found a pair of gloves. He put them on and took out the bowl from the microwave.

Looking at the steaming bread rolls, he nodded with satisfaction.

Next, Wilson took a sealed cup of porridge out of the plastic bag.

He opened the microwave door, put the cup of porridge in, and set the timer to ten minutes without hesitation. Wilson thought smugly, "Sure enough, practice makes perfect in everything, no matter what!"  

With a smile, he walked out of the kitchen again and sat on the sofa. Wilson casually put his long legs up on the table and flipped through the magazine while waiting for the porridge to heat up. 

However, Wilson only managed to look through two pages of the magazine when a deafening bang was heard, coming from the kitchen.

He was shocked. The loud explosion seemed to have come from the microwave. 

At that moment, Bill ran down the stairs in a frenzy. "What's wrong? What happened?" 

Bill knew Wilson very well. Although he was good at managing his business and knew many things, he was really an idiot in other aspects. For example, medical knowledge. Perhaps, there were more things that Wilson didn't care to understand as well. 

Seeing Bill running down the stairs, Wilson turned to him with a frown and said calmly.  "The microwave exploded!"

"Exploded? What did you put inside the microwave?" Bill looked horrified.

Seeing Wilson walking towards the kitchen, Bill stopped him nervously, "Stay there and don't move. I'll go and have a look!"

Wilson stopped in his tracks immediately. He wondered why did the cup of porridge explode when the bread rolls were fine? How could an explosion happen?

Bill walked into the kitchen carefully and turned off the power plug to the microwave. After that, he opened the microwave gingerly. Steaming hot porridge covered every inch of the microwave when the cup exploded. 

The sad remains of the cup were scattered within the microwave. 

Looking at this scene, Bill really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He walked out of the kitchen. Wilson was already making himself comfortable on the sofa, reading his financial magazines. When he saw Bill, Wilson raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did the explosion happen?"

Bill shrugged helplessly. Shouldn't he be the one to ask this question?

In the end, he was the person who answered Wilson's question. "The cup of porridge was sealed. When you heated the porridge in the microwave, the air in the sealed cup expanded. Once the cup couldn't hold it in anymore, it exploded." 

"Oh," Wilson replied calmly and continued flipping through the magazine in his hand.

Bill looked upwards speechlessly. "Have you never entered the kitchen in your life?"

"Yes," Wilson answered carelessly without raising his head.

"Then, stay away from the kitchen!" Bill said.

At Bill's reproach, Wilson looked up at him and raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" 

Bill was thoroughly vexed. "Don't you think it's dangerous for you to enter the kitchen? You'll set the kitchen on fire!"  

Wilson nodded seriously. "Yes, you are right!" 

After that, he put down the magazine in his hand and walked into the kitchen anyway. He picked up the heated bread rolls and headed upstairs.  

When he walked past Bill, Wilson remembered that Alina was supposedly under Bill's care. Out of respect to Bill as her doctor, Wilson asked, "Can Lina eat bread rolls after she wakes up?" 

Bill immediately looked at the bread rolls in Wilson's hands and frowned. "Did you heat it in the microwave?"

"Yup!"

Although he failed to prepare porridge, at least he managed to heat up the bread rolls. 

Bill inspected the bread rolls in the bowl suspiciously. Why did they look so strange? The bread rolls seemed to have lost their fluffy texture!

Bill reached out and poked the bread rolls. As expected, they were as hard as bricks.  

He furrowed his brows. "Did you heat the bread rolls for a long time?" 

Wilson nodded. "Yes, I've heated them up in the microwave for ten minutes!" 

Bill rolled his eyes for the third time. 

If anyone was a spoilt brat, Wilson was the worst brat there ever was! 

He was truly a pampered prince, he didn't even know the basics of using a microwave. Only someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth like Wilson could do such silly things as burning a bread roll or heating up a sealed packet in a microwave.

"Is this bread roll inedible?" Wilson could tell from Bill's expression that something was wrong. He poked the bread roll as well, frowned at the realization, and turned to Bill. "Go down and get some breakfast for Alina!"  

"Why should I?" Bill was extremely dissatisfied. "She's your wife!"

Wilson raised his eyebrows and glanced at Bill with a devilish smile. "I vaguely remember that Rosie's boyfriend is called Damon, a chartered accountant. They just broke up a few days ago. If he came back to make up with her, Rosie would definitely agree to reconcile. She loves him so much! Let's see, I seem to have his number somewhere." Wilson rummaged around for his phone. 

"Alright, alright. I'm leaving now!" Bill gritted his teeth and ran hurriedly towards the elevator.  

He knew Wilson inside out, Wilson would do anything to achieve his goal. If he didn't buy breakfast for Alina immediately, Wilson would definitely call up Rosie's ex-boyfriend.

As soon as Bill got in the elevator, he gnashed his teeth in anger. "Geez, what an unreasonable person! He's so sharp with other things. With just a tiny clue and instinct, he could guess everything that happened. It's as if he witnessed it with his own eyes. On the other hand, how could he be such an idiot in the kitchen? He didn't even know how to use a microwave! I really don't understand how Wilson could actually be the president of a company."   

Bill muttered curses under his breath and reluctantly went out to buy breakfast for Alina.

Wilson had already gone upstairs and sat down beside Alina's bed.

He reached out and stroked her forehead. In a gentle voice, he murmured, "Are you feeling better?"

There was no reply from Alina. Wilson knew that Alina wouldn't wake up for the time being.