It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 442

"You can attend to it if it's an urgent matter. Leave the ointment with me. I'll apply it myself." Daisy was so observant that she noticed the slight change in Tom's expression. But she took it wrong and thought he had something urgent to attend to.

"It's nothing. Remember to apply the ointment. I'll go in and check on Edward." Tom didn't tell Daisy what he was worried about. He stood before comforting Daisy with his calm voice. There might be something wrong with Edward. Tom sensed the anomaly and decided to go in and check on the patient.

Daisy's heart sank when she heard Edward needed to be examined again. She was so worried about Edward that she forgot about the ice pack on her hand. Before she realized it, the pain in her face reminded her that she had pressed the ice bag too hard. Daisy regained her composure and focused on Edward's condition.

"Has the patient showed any unusual symptoms? Show me all the data." Tom busied himself the moment he stepped into the ICU. He instantly started flipping switches, turning dials and checking gauges against the chart, examining Edward.

"The patient has been in stable condition. There have been no major spikes in his vitals, nothing to affect the data." The paramedics handed a stack of ECGs, BP Logs and other medical records to Tom before they stepped aside and waited.

"OK! He's in good condition. Keep paying close attention to him. If there are no other complications, send him to the VVIP ward at once." Tom looked carefully at Edward's medical records. He compared the records to the results he just obtained from the exam, and found no major differences. Tom was relieved. Now he knew why Edward didn't wake up as he had expected. Since Edward was seriously wounded and lost so much blood, he was undergoing cerebral anoxia, which took him more time than usual to recover from. The cerebral anoxia was something that Tom didn't take into account.

"The VVIP ward that no patient has used before?" The medical staff interrupted Tom's thoughts and asked. They asked to make sure they had heard Tom right. The VVIP ward that Tom mentioned held such a strict standard to patients that no one had successfully moved in till now. They didn't expect that Mr. Mu would be the first one to have the honor.

"Yeah. What? Is there a problem?" Tom raised his head, and sized up his staff from head to toe in a provocative way. They didn't know how to react to the obvious anger in his eyes. This was the first time they had worked with a doctor who didn't play by the rules and acted casually. As the old saying went, live and learn. This was the first time that the health professionals learned how arbitrary their director was. They still needed time to get accustomed to his style, given that they had been and would be surprised by Tom for many years.

"No problem. We were just wondering when it would be OK to transfer Mr. Mu to the VVIP ward. Obviously, we need some forms signed as well, insurance, etc." The staff didn't dare to reveal their true feelings in front of Tom. After the snafu with the blood supply, they learned their lesson. Be prepared, and never question Tom's orders. Even if Tom didn't threaten their jobs at the moment, he would probably go after them afterward someday. That was why the staff needed to work harder than they ought to and acted as cautiously as possible.

Tom raised his hand and checked the time again. He looked at the changing data on the screens of the monitoring devices before he said to his subordinates, "If everything goes well, move him in an hour. The VVIP ward has all the equipment we need. I'll run more tests on the patient after he's transferred there."

"Understood, Doctor." The VVIP ward was called VVIP for a reason. It was a luxurious suite with living room and kitchen equipped. The medical equipment in the VVIP ward was more advanced and precise than equipment used in normal VIP wards. There were also specific techs hired to inspect and clean the equipment every day, which gave the VVIP ward an incredibly high price tag -- not just anyone could afford it. That was one of the reasons that no one had moved in before. Thinking about that, the paramedics had a feeling that their lead doctor was trying to extort Edward's money by transferring him to the special ward.

"Pay more attention to the patient. Don't make any mistakes." After giving his instructions, Tom walked out of the ward without looking back. He still remembered the bruise on Daisy's face that he needed to attend to.

"Tom, is Edward OK?" Daisy asked, worry lining her pretty face. Her fears were relieved after she saw the peaceful look on Tom's face. No trace of the anger he showed moments earlier was visible now.

"If everything goes well, he can be transferred to the general ward in an hour. Don't worry." Tom smiled to reassure Daisy.

"Really? Thank you so much!" Daisy clenched her fist and put it on her lips to keep her from shouting out of joy. Her eyes became wet. The good news came to her so suddenly that Daisy needed time to process it. She almost burst into tears at Tom's words.

"Now let me help you with the ointment. There's no need to thank me. I'll be grateful if Edward doesn't blame me for not protecting you well after he wakes up. I'm sorry that you were hurt in my hospital." Tom said to Daisy as he gently applied the ointment to her face. He did it with full attention and as gently as he could. He didn't want Daisy to feel more pain, as the wound was already painful.

Daisy blushed at Tom's words. She felt surprised that Tom brought up the wound again. She thought no one knew how she got it, but it turned out everyone knew she was slapped in the face. Daisy knew Tom said the words in jest. He was doing his best to keep her from being embarrassed in front of other people. Daisy didn't know what to say. She just kept her eyes closed and sat still while letting Tom apply the ointment to her.

Time passed slowly. An hour was so long for some people, yet short for others. As Daisy waited for Edward to get better, Mark stood aside and studied her. He was standing straight with his uniform on. Mark kept staring at Daisy as he felt curious about the wound on her face. 'What happened? The colonel was fine just a bit before. What has she done to get a face like that in less than two hours?' Mark wondered.

"Colonel, what's wrong with your face?" Mark was the kind of person who talked straight. He couldn't hide his curiosity. He found it hard to figure out a possible explanation, so he asked.