Anne and Shylock returned to the hospital.
As expected, the wound on his shoulder had opened again.
The doctor helped him change the dressing. Anne and Watson stood by and watched.
Shylock leaned against the hospital bed and did not say a word.
He did not even frown. But Anne knew that he must be in a lot of pain because his face was drained of blood.
The curly hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.
His fragile hair hung over his eyes.
Anne saw that,
The white gauze was soaked with red blood. Her fingertips trembled.
The doctor was about to remove the blood-soaked gauze when Shylock suddenly spoke.
"Anne." His voice was still cold.
She could not hear the difference.
Hmm?
Anne looked up.
Her red eyes met his beautiful gray-green eyes.
He pursed his lips and said, "Get out."
Seeing that she did not move, Shylock continued, "Sit on the stool by the door.
Don't come in until I tell you. Do you understand? "
Understood.
Anne nodded and hurriedly turned to leave before tears fell.
Shylock had been watching her slender back blocked by the closed door of the ward. Sensing Watson's gaze,
Shylock turned around.
He said unhappily, "Do you want to go out first too?
John? "
Dr. Watson smiled.
He said meaningfully, "I don't think so. Don't worry.
I won't cry because of your wound. "
Shylock snorted softly.
It was rare that he did not refute.
Watson knew that Shylock would never admit defeat.
He did not refute now, not because he did not want to, but because he really did not have the strength.
Anne had been sitting on the bench by the door for a long time. When the door of the ward behind her finally opened, she quickly stood up.
The doctor told her very seriously that the patient had to be hospitalized and could not walk around casually in case the wound opened again.
Anne agreed.
But Anne's promise to the doctor was difficult to keep when it came to the patient.
Shylock refused to be hospitalized and showed unparalleled stubbornness and stubbornness. Neither Anne nor Watson could persuade him.
Anne looked at his pale face helplessly. She said, "Shylock, you have to listen to the doctor when you are sick. This is a principle that even children understand." Not to mention that he was not simply sick, but had a gunshot wound.
"How old are you, Mr. Holmes?" Anne asked him softly.
"Twenty-seven years of age," replied the obstinate Mr. Holmes, with a straight face. This means that I have the ability and the right to make my own decision. Then she enunciated each word clearly, "I'm going to exercise my right now — I'm not going to be hospitalized!"
Anne: "…"
She looked at Watson, hoping that he could persuade his partner.
Watson did not have much hope. He clearly saw the influence Anne had on Shylock. If Shylock did not even listen to her, his own opinion would be ignored even more.
But the honest Watson thought for a while and said, "Shylock, I think you should listen to the doctor and Anne. You are seriously injured, and the consequences of being willful will directly affect your recovery."
The pain of the wound, plus the doctor's advice about not strenuous exercise, and it was best not to get out of bed, etc., made Shylock very irritable.
After hearing Watson's words, he shouted, "I don't want to be hospitalized, that's it! It's useless to say anything! "
"Why?" Watson asked. "You know, even if you go back to Baker Street, you can't take on any cases in the next two months unless your gunshot wound recovers."
"There's no why," Shylock said irritably. "Because I don't want to! If that's not enough, I also don't like the disgusting smell of hospitals! Is that enough? "
Watson knew that he was being unreasonable. Don't like the smell of hospitals? God! Who wanted to live in the laboratory of Bartz Hospital every day? That was his second home! Even the dining table in their kitchen had been transformed into a small test bench, and their refrigerator was just like …
No, he could not recall those unpleasant memories.
Anne did not think too much about it. Whether or not Shylock really did not like hospitals, she did not want him to feel uncomfortable or unhappy at all. But his physical condition did not allow him to be so willful.
Anne looked at the person on the hospital bed with some difficulty. He was acting like a stubborn child, and even deliberately turned his face to the other side, facing them with the back of his head. If it were not for the fact that his wound hurt so badly when he moved, he would probably turn around and show them his back.
His curly hair was a little messy because of him, and people couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.
Anne felt warm and soft in her heart.
She said softly, "I know, I don't like the smell of hospitals either … I stayed in the hospital for five years … It was an unpleasant experience …"
Shylock looked at her with the back of his curly head and frowned.
"But, can you hold on for a while?" Anne negotiated with him in a gentle voice. "I promise, just one week, okay?"
This time, there was no immediate rejection.
After a few seconds, a very unhappy voice came from the other side.
"Three days," he said.
Anne smiled. "Okay."
Then, Mr. Holmes stayed in the hospital for a whole month …
In the end, even Mcauliffe could not help but come to watch his silly brother recuperate.
The two Mr. Holmes deeply realized that women were indeed the most troublesome and dangerous creatures in the world.
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Anne asked for leave from the restaurant and focused on taking care of Shylock while he was sick. Watson and Mrs. Hudson also came to visit him often.
Later, Anne suddenly realized that Watson and Mrs. Hudson came less often.
Of course, Anne would never have thought that when Watson and Mrs. Hudson came to visit the patient, as long as she was not around, the patient who maintained his age as "six years old" would ask almost every ten minutes, "Where's Anne?"
Dr. Watson and Mrs. Hudson both said that their feelings were greatly hurt.
That day, when Anne walked to the door of the ward, she happened to see Uncle Tom from the ward next door angrily walking out with a chessboard in his arms.
Anne quickly walked over and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Tom? You don't look happy. "
Uncle Tom snorted and said angrily, "I'm not playing with Shylock anymore!"
After saying that, the old man did not wait for Anne's response and strode back to his ward with his chessboard. He even angrily slammed the door of the ward so hard that it shook the heavens. He was afraid that the culprit could not feel his anger.
Well, Anne thought that she probably knew what was going on.
Pushing open the door, Anne saw that the culprit was sitting on the bed with a calm face, holding a book in his hand and elegantly flipping through it.
The weather was very good. The pale golden sun slipped in through the window and shone on the side of his fair face. His long eyelashes were also dyed a beautiful gold.
Although he had to express his dissatisfaction at least once a day, Shylock recovered very well. Now, he was full of energy by her side again. He was arrogant, cold, and slightly pursed his lips, which made him look a little childish.
Anne's heart felt a little warm and trembled a little with lingering fear.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shylock said without looking up, "Old Tom complained to you again." There was a trace of imperceptible dissatisfaction in his voice.
Anne chuckled and walked over. She put the things in her hands on the table and sat down next to him.
She saw that his hair was still a little damp. He had probably just washed it not long ago. She got up, walked to the bathroom, and came out with the hairdryer.
When she looked up, she saw that a certain someone had consciously put down the book in his hands and sat down on the chair.
Anne raised the corner of her lips in amusement.
This was not the first time she had helped Shylock dry his hair.
In the beginning, his wound hurt so badly that he could not wash his hair at all. Anne really could not imagine how he had endured the pain to rush to Pemberley Manor to find her on the first day.
Anne suggested that Dr. Watson help him wash his hair, but Shylock firmly refused.
Seeing that he insisted on walking into the bathroom himself, Anne said anxiously, "If you don't let John help, I'll have to do it myself!"
She did not realize what she had said at all.
Until Shylock stopped and looked at her with burning eyes, as if he was really considering the feasibility of this.
Anne's face turned red when she realized what she had said. She pushed Watson and him into the bathroom and said, "Let John help you, Shylock. Otherwise, I'll be angry. I'm serious. If your wound opens again, I'll really be angry! "
Shylock looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was weighing the truth of her words. Then he snorted unhappily and compromised.
Dr. Watson helped him wash his hair. In the end, Anne felt that Shylock seemed to have escaped from the bathroom. The ends of his curly hair were still dripping with water, like a pitiful and cute big tomcat that had unfortunately fallen into the water.
He glared at her threateningly. Although with his appearance at that time, he did not look intimidating at all. Instead, he looked unusually cute.
Obviously, Watson also felt that this was very rare for Shylock. The two of them admired him in amazement for a while.
Shylock loudly expressed his dissatisfaction and accused them of mistreating the patient.
In the end, Anne finally brought a towel and a hairdryer from the bathroom and patiently helped him dry his hair.
Shylock seemed to like her touch very much. When she put her fingers on his hair, his anger disappeared, and he sat silently and let her do whatever she wanted.
Just like what she was doing now.
Anne adjusted the temperature and wind speed to the most suitable gear, and her fingers gently and skillfully stroked his soft curly hair. He closed his eyes and cooperated without moving. He had a very comfortable and enjoyable expression on his face, and even the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
As Anne helped him dry his hair, she remembered that she had just met Uncle Tom at the door. She said gently, "You can't win every time. This will make Mr. Tom depressed. Don't you like him very much? "
Uncle Tom was the first friend that Shylock made in the hospital, and probably the only one. Old Mr. Tom liked chess and was very good at it. It was said that he was "invincible in the hospital."
Then, poor Old Tom met his mortal enemy — Sherlock Holmes.
At first, Uncle Tom was excited to meet a master. But he did not expect to be defeated again and again. No matter how brave he was, he could not resist Mr. Holmes's poisonous tongue.
Especially today, Shylock arrogantly told the poor old man that he did not know how to play chess at all. He only looked up the game and strategies online at the last minute …
The old man finally broke down.
Hearing Anne's words, Shylock did not even lift his eyelids. He said impatiently, "So? In order to take care of his depressed mood, should I lower my IQ to his level? "He paused for a moment and added seriously," Also, I don't like him! Not at all! "
Hmph! Don't think he didn't know that Old Tom had secretly asked Annie if he was her boyfriend. And Anne gave a negative answer. Then, Old Tom, who always lost to him in chess, tried his best to drag Anne to the ward next door to see Little Tom, whose brain was as empty as a goldfish.
After he finished speaking, Anne did not speak for a long time.
Sherlock waited for a while before he couldn't help but open his eyes.
She couldn't be angry, right?
Just as he moved his neck, a soft hand pressed the top of his head.
"Don't move, it's not done yet," Anne said softly.
Yes, she was not angry.
Shylock sat up straight again.
Of course, Anne was not angry. She just did not want to waste her brain cells arguing with him. Anyway, she could never win.
After a while, Mr. Holmes opened his eyes again.
"I want to be discharged." Shylock began to fight for his rights every day. "I swear, my brain will rust if I stay here for another day. No! It's already rusted! God knows, I actually agreed to stay in this boring hospital for a whole month! I must be crazy! "
When Watson pushed the door open and entered the room, he saw this situation. Sherlock was wearing a hospital gown. Even though his face was full of impatience, he sat motionlessly in the chair and let the girl behind him dry his hair.
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