“No thanks!" Debbie's lips curled back in a grimace more sneer than snarl and she put the slice of cabbage back into his bowl.

Carlos looked at her helplessly and asked, "Okay, what do you want to know?"

Debbie's mood lit up. She immediately put down her chopsticks and said,

“Who is he? What does he do?”

“He's a doctor and he works in First General Hospital."

‘A doctor? First General Hospital?' Debbie instantly recalled

Sheffield, the young and handsome doctor she had seen in the hospital the other day. But then she shook her head. It couldn't be Sheffield.

Evelyn was with her at that time and neither of them said one word to each other. It didn't look like they knew each other.

After that, no matter how many questions Debbie asked and how far she probed, Carlos didn't feed her curiosity.

Sheffield was a good-looking fellow. Carlos understood that all women, regardless of their age, would be interested in handsome men.

This included his wife. Debbie had been like this for many years and had never changed. The reason why Carlos didn't want to tell Debbie the truth was that he didn't want her to go and see Sheffield.

“Humph! Fine! Then don't tell me!" Debbie began to focus on her lunch.

She had a good appetite after getting the piece of information.

From that day onwards, Debbie often went to the First General Hospital for no particular reason. She would happily visit her friends who had been hospitalized and every time she saw a handsome young doctor, she would wonder if he was going to be her son-in-law.

One day, Debbie was going to visit an acquaintance in the inpatient department. When she passed by the garden of the hospital, she heard a gentle but familiar voice.

She looked over and saw a doctor having a nice chat with a little girl.

The doctor said, “Look at the doll in your arms. Isn't it smiling alt the time? So, you should also be smiling everyday just like your doll!"

The Little girl shook her head and looked at the doctor, with tears in her eyes. She sobbed and said, "Sheffield, my doll doesn't need an operation, but I do. I don't want an operation. I'm scared..."

Sheffield put away his phone and held the Little girl in his arms. Then he let her sit on his lap.

"Hey, listen. I don't think a surgery is something you need to be afraid of. If you get sick, you have to get treatment. You know what? We have a magical medicine called anesthetic.

It will make sure that you don't feel any pain during the surgery.”

The girl was only seven or eight years old, but she needed to have a kidney transplant. It was quite heartbreaking.

The Little girl asked dubiously, "Really? Then why does the fat boy in the next ward cry every day?"

“Oh! That's because he misses his parents very much. You have your parents and grandparents with you all the time, but he only has his grandparents to keep him company. You should be strong for your family.

If you don't have the operation, you won't be able to get well soon.