As a doctor, he was very attentive, and what’s more troubling, as a man, he was also very handso.
Being attentively treated by a handso man, wouldn’t any young girl be unable to resist?
Hudson Chester recalled that young girl, his brows slightly knitted, offering only one evaluation: "She was quite pitiful."
Aria Jackson was eating and asked, "Why pitiful?"
"When performing surgery on her, I saw many bruises on her body, both new and old."
"Was she abused?" Aria’s chopsticks paused; she was very sensitive to such incidents.
"I’m not sure." Hudson shook his head. He was just a doctor and wouldn’t deliberately inquire into soone’s privacy.
"The person who brought her for treatnt said that where she worked, it was all a group of teenage girls, seven or eight squeezing into one dormitory, and sotis bullying of newcors would happen, akin to workplace bullying."
Such matters are hard to intervene in. Although they are the sa sixteen or seventeen years old like in high school, they lack the supervision of teachers, and the factory supervisors turn a blind eye and don’t interfere much.
Aria thought about it, and still, she found it puzzling: "If she lacked affection from a young age and suddenly t soone kind to her, developing feelings is understandable, but why would she commit suicide?"
Hudson hesitated to speak, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back and said helplessly, "I really wasn’t that good to her..."
Aria looked at him.
Hudson explained again: "There was just one ti when the person taking care of her was on the phone in the ward, I saw the water in her cup was cold, so I changed it for a cup of hot water. I see many different patients every day; I can’t spend much ti on her. Her leaving such last words left quite troubled as well."
Because of this incident, that person taking care of Lauren Jones made a fuss in the hospital for several days, demanding compensation, and afterward, when the police got involved, he left quietly, and Hudson was also suspended for investigation for a week.
The hospital had too many rumors, and even if he stayed at his post, he might not be able to focus on work.
With the nature of his work, losing focus is very dangerous. So, aside from making him reflect, the suspension was also a form of protection for him.
Aria believed in Hudson’s character, and with his qualities, there certainly was no need to toy with the young girl.
She bowed her head and silently ate, her mind crowded with questions.
Did she simply feel trapped with no way out?
Coming from a poor place to work in the big city, realizing that the city’s splendor was rely an illusion, and dreams were still out of reach, perhaps a hopeless love could be the last straw.
But if she truly felt disheartened, why leave such a bittersweet last ssage? It seed to carry a strong sense of resentnt.
Hudson rembered Lauren Jones at that ti. Although she ca from the countryside, she was fair and delicate, with long eyelashes that when slightly lowered could hide her thoughts.
Every ti he examined her, she would lower her eyes, silent, except that one ti when she accepted a cup of hot water from his hand, she looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Thank you."
Just a very ordinary phrase.
Hudson recalled that mont, dazed for a second, and couldn’t help saying, "She said thank you to , and then, for so reason, she said sorry."
Aria asked, "Did she think she was troubling you?"
"Perhaps." Hudson sighed slightly.
Aria thought for a mont and asked again, "How long did she stay in your hospital?"
Hudson said, "For an injury like hers, she should have stayed at least a month, but the money wasn’t enough, so she left in a hurry after two weeks."
"So she only knew you for two weeks?" Aria had a subtle feeling of foreboding, "Why would she commit suicide over soone she only knew for two weeks?"
Hudson shook his head; he couldn’t understand either.
Aria reached into the drawer to find Lauren Jones’s dical records and last words, feeling sothing was wrong, dreadfully wrong.
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