My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 113

Not only had she not seen it, but even the masked man had not seen it.

Morris gave her a pear and said coldly, "There's a wild pear tree by the river over there, I happened to see it when I came over."

"Great, Morris you're amazing."

Vivian took the pear and rubbed it against her body, and complimented him very flatteringly.

The shadowy words were not pleasant to Morris' ears in any way.

Sitting across from Vivian, he stopped talking and didn't eat any fruit, quietly waiting for help.

Some time later, the rumbling sound of helicopters could be heard from a distance.

Vivian and Morris looked at each other, and with a subconscious glance up, they knew that help had arrived.

The helicopter, from far and near, circled the sky a few times before finally stopping and hovering above them.

The propellers spun rapidly, blowing the leaves around them with a whirring, ear-splitting sound.

Vivian pointed to the fire in front of her, and Morris joined her in putting it out and leaving no sparks so as not to start a fire.

"Vivian?"

Just then, a person behind her suddenly called out to her.

When Vivian turned around, she saw Issac standing not far away.

The two men looked at each other, and Issac froze for a split second, glancing at Morris before running towards Vivian.

Vivian also ran towards Issac, and then the two of them gave a hug.

"It's so good to see you, do you know that I'm scared to death!"

Issac hugged Vivian tightly and said beside her ear.

"Hiss, fuck, it hurts ...... it hurts ......"

When he touched the wound, Vivian huffed backwards in pain.

Only then did Issac realize that Vivian had been injured and immediately said with concern, "What happened? How did you get so badly injured?"

Deep guilt and remorse ran through him.

After learning that Vivian had been swept away by the flood, he rushed over at the first opportunity.

Along with him was Morris' assistant, Trent.

"It's a long story, let's go back first." Vivian said.

"Well, okay."

Issac nodded and pulled Vivian up the rope ladder, completely ignoring Morris, who was standing to the side, as well as the masked man.

When Morris saw Vivian and Issac so close, talking and laughing, his face became increasingly grim.

Even the pear in his hand became a major eyesore.

"Boss?"

Trent got down from the other helicopter and walked up to Morris, concerned, "Boss, it's good that you're okay."

When Morris saw that they had gotten into the helicopter, he said nothing and followed them into the other helicopter.

The helicopter closed the hatch and started off.

Everyone didn't care about the masked man's presence.

Alone in the middle of the wilderness, he just shook his head and sighed, a helpless self-deprecating smile on his face beneath his mask.

And then he got up, walked over to where Morris and Vivian had been sitting, picked up the pear on the ground, rubbed it against his body, and ate it.

After eating, he gradually regained his strength.

He picked up the dagger that had been left behind by Vivian, slashed the wound on his thigh, endured the severe pain to remove the bullet, and then bandaged it.

A few hours later, the night was in full swing.

Outside the hospital resuscitation room, the two men, Morris and Issac, stood in the corridor, both of them silent, waiting quietly for Vivian in the resuscitation room.

Another half hour later, Vivian was pushed out.

Seeing her come out, the two walked up and without waiting for Morris to speak, Issac asked, "Doctor, how is Vivian?"

"The tetanus has been administered, except that the injury is mildly infected and will require hospitalization for inpatient observation. As long as no more high fevers follow, she'll be fine."

The doctor said.

Issac finally fell relieved.

He stood guard over Vivian and went to the ward with the nurse who was pushing the mobile bed.

Instead of following him, Morris asked the doctor, "She was bitten by a wolf in the exact place she was bitten, it's been hours, will it leave after effects?"

He was worried that the wolf bite was exactly where Vivian's wound was, which would accelerate the infection, and if it triggered tetanus, or rabies, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Especially when she had developed a high fever state when her wound became infected, which worried him a lot.

"She was fully examined when she was brought here, and the result is now in, so bring it to my office and I'll take a look at it."

The doctor said.

Morris nodded slightly, "Okay."

He turned around and went to get the various examination reports, then brought them along to the consultation room and gave them to the doctor who had operated on Vivian just now.

Morris sat in front of the doctor and asked with a strained expression, "Doctor, what is the situation?

The doctor with the examination reports wore presbyopic glasses and looked at them carefully, one by one, shaking his head every now and then.

The seriousness of his actions actually made Morris, who had always been unfazed by things, follow with worry.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

"The examination report showed that her wound was mildly infected, but it was all curable. However, the patient is malnourished, has iron deficiency anemia, and severe insomnia."

"Insomnia?"

Morris thought about Vivian's recent routine.

From the time she returned from her last overseas rescue to Dongpu Village, for a whole month, she went to bed at four or five almost every day and got up at six or seven.

The sleep situation was really seriously lacking.

He sensed it, too.

But he wasn't by Vivian's side 24 hours a day, and he couldn't observe it 100%.

"Conditions such as anemia, depression, anxiety, and psychiatric disorders can all cause insomnia. But then she was unique in that the insomnia was too severe."

"What happens when she has severe insomnia?"

Morris' heart tightened with concern.

"Severe insomnia can trigger depression, making a person excessively nervous and anxious and irritable, as well as cardiovascular and psychiatric system pathologies."

"Will she die?"

"Insomnia does not cause immediate death, but too much can trigger death."

"Trigger ......?"

Morris' face sank slightly, his heart suddenly tightening, and in that moment, even his breath stuttered slightly.

"Can I tell her about the insomnia?" Morris inquired.

The doctor lapsed into silence and asked him, "How long has she had insomnia?"

"For about a month."

"A month?"

The sudden and severe insomnia was something the doctor had not encountered before, and after a moment of thought he said, "Try not to tell the patient about this situation, otherwise it will increase her psychological burden and worsen her insomnia."

......

After a lot of talking with the doctor in the consultation room, Morris eventually decided to hide the situation from Vivian and change her medicine to other vials at a later stage.

By the time he went to the ward where Vivian was, Vivian had already woken up.

She was talking and laughing with Issac, and the atmosphere was very good.

Morris stood in the doorway of the ward, though a little exasperated, even jealous, at the sight.

But as soon as he thought of what the doctor had just said to him, he began to feel sorry for the silly girl again.

It hadn't occurred to him that the seemingly jovial woman could be excessively psychologically anxious, causing severe insomnia.

What had happened exactly?

Was it related to the Lee family?