"Nonsense, my daughter is not sick at all!" Old Mrs. Wilson shouted angrily.
The doctor's gaze at Old Mrs. Wilson turned a little strange. Seeing that, Old Mr. Wilson said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
"You…" Old Mrs. Wilson still wanted to say something, but when she met Old Mr. Wilson's gloomy expression, she could only shut her mouth reluctantly.
"Doctor, I'd like to go see my daughter. Is that okay?" Old Mr. Wilson asked politely.
"Of course." The doctor nodded.
"Thank you." After Old Mr. Wilson finished speaking, he followed the doctor to Emerie Wilson's ward.
The moment she saw Emerie Wilson lying on the bed, Old Mrs. Wilson's heart nearly broke. She rushed over, hands not knowing what to do. Just as she was about to untie the ropes, she heard the doctor say, "Right now the patient's condition is still unstable, so…"
"All right, all right, we understand, we won't touch anything." Old Mr. Wilson reassured the doctor, then turned and glared at Old Mrs. Wilson. "Hands off!"
