516 Extra: Edwin's Heart Was Cold

Sunday had officially started working at Galaxy Clinic. She had nothing to hide except the identity of the mermaid.

She drove the BMW sports car, which Roy assigned to her, to work very publicly, and wore clothes that Bella bought for her.

She was full of curiosity and yearning for everything on the land, and did not suppress her admiration for Edwin.

During the handover period with Ivy and Erie, the new assistant of Dean Beck's new assistant, Sunday, liked Edwin, it was already spread in the whole hospital.

Because of the special interviews, George had taken Sunday as his comrade in arms. He cared a lot about the bad words about her, and occasionally defended for Sunday.

After lunch, Sunday and George ate from the cafeteria in the office, chatting with each other.

Edwin didn't go back to rest until it was dawned because of the operation last night. Neither Sunday nor George was asleep, but Sunday couldn't see the fatigue, while George was already sleepy.

"Sunday, why are you so energetic? Aren’t you sleepy?" George's chopsticks rested on the dinner plate and dozed off. "Will we go to work like this in the future all the time? The dean can go back to sleep overnight after the surgery, but we have to stay on duty."

"That's why he needs an assistant. Because he doesn’t want to delay the patient because of his absence." Sunday was satisfied. "I can finally help him."

"Sunday, that's why you make others hate you." George educated her. "There are so many people who like Dean Beck. You just hang this up on your mouth every day. Aren’t you afraid that people will hate you?"

Sunday smiled disapprovingly, "I'm not afraid that others hate me. I like Master Beck. There are many people supporting me. I'm not afraid at all."

Thinking of Bella once telling her that she should not flinch no matter how ruthlessly rejected and sarcastic, she laughed, "I will not flinch because of anyone's emotions."

George looked at the indifferent and innocent smile under her eyes, he looked at her with confusion, "Sunday, sometimes I think you should be much older, you are always so stable. But sometimes I think you are too younger than me, your mind is so simple."

Sunday smiled and didn't speak.

Suddenly there was a fierce argument outside the door, and she faintly heard Edwin's voice, "I am the director of this hospital, I can be your hostage ..."

Sunday rushed out immediately, and the corridor was full of people. Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with an insane expression put a knife on the neck of a female doctor, and Edwin negotiated with him.

The man waved with a knife. "Okay, you're the dean. My wife and child will be happier if you sacrifice for them."

Edwin raised his hands to show that he had nothing.

Edwin was different from Steven. He grew up in a laboratory since he was a child, but was unable to walk after being tortured by drugs, so he did not have any kung fu at all.

Obviously, the best time was when the man waved the knife at him, he seized the best opportunity but did not stop the man.

Edwin embraced the man's arm and held his elbow. He originally thought that the man would let go because of pain, but the man bore the pain with hatred in his heart and turned to Edwin to stab him.

"Master Beck!" Sunday's pupils flinched sharply, rushing forward. Without any hesitation, she grasped the dagger that was about to be stabbed into Edwin's abdomen, and pulled out forcefully.

Sunday held the dagger, and the man was quickly subdued. But in the process of struggling, the sharp blade cut the palm of Sunday.

"Don't be afraid, I'll stitch it." In the treatment room, Edwin held her hand and said softly, "Don't look."

The flesh of her palm was cut open, and a layer was still rolled, looking terrifying.

George gave Edwin a hand and said straight, "Don't watch, don't watch."

He was scared enough just now. He has just graduated from medical school and had experienced medical troubles before the probation period. The scene was so bloody that he was really scared.

Sunday looked at Edwin with a bright smile. "I'm not scared at all. I'm glad. This is my value."

Her eyes were as hot as ever, and Edwin no longer asked her to shut up, but just lowered his head to sew for her. He stitched up the wound layer by layer, applied for the medicine, and wrapped gauze.

Then he took off his mask, looked at Sunday, and said word by word, "Starting from today, you don't have to come again. The trial period is unqualified. Please leave now immediately."

Sunday looked at him incredibly, "Why?"

George couldn't stand it anymore. He was more excited than Sunday. "Why? Her medical skills are completely qualified for this position. She just wanted to save you even ignoring the danger of death. Now you turn your face and dismiss her. Why? Why? Just because she likes you? But what's wrong with loving you? She didn't affect any surgery because she liked you, and didn't misdiagnose a case because she liked you. She just watched you more time than others and saw you happier than she saw someone else. What’s wrong with this? What’s wrong with loving someone?”

Edwin was not excited. His voice was still close and indifferent, "I don't need anyone to save me regardless of the danger of death!"

At that moment Sunday suddenly understood Edwin's mood.

Clair lost his life for him. This was the burden of his life. George would not understand the burden and guilt of Edwin, but she did.

Sunday smiled, her face was a little white because of pain and excessive blood loss, "You are willing to sacrifice yourself to save the doctor, because you are the dean, you have the responsibility. But you don’t know, I also have responsibilities for you ..."

Edwin looked back at her, and she said, "Because from the moment I knew your name, I worked hard to get closer to you. Because of you, I worked hard to have legs and make myself look like this. Therefore I can walk in front of you and be here to make sense. If you die, then my being here has no sense. It’s my fault to make you guilty and become a burden for you, but actually it’s my selfishness, I just want you to live and let me find the meaning of coming here, the meaning of the rest of my life."

At that moment, Edwin saw a light on her face, which was quiet and peaceful after years of precipitation.

Edwin was inexplicably soft, but still said strictly. "As a doctor, if you can’t protect the hands of holding the knife, how can you be a doctor?"

Sunday said with a smile, "My hands will be fine in two days."

Edwin said, "If you can’t recover well, you don’t need to come."

The injury was like that, the palm couldn’t be flexible in a short time. Edwin still did not let her pass the trial period.

He would rather people around him be selfish than to die for him like her.

As soon as Edwin left, Sunday’s body softened and immediately collapsed on the bed in the treatment room, her face and lips turned white.

George hurried over and asked nervously, "Sunday, are you okay?"

"It hurts!" Sunday's tears burst out immediately. Even if she was two hundred years old, since the pain was extreme, her tears still couldn’t help flowing.

He still wanted to drive her away.

Edwin's heart was really cold.