Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Taking into account various factors, Roy Lewis’s recovery speed was somewhat faster than that anticipated by patients with similar conditions and a slew of doctors.

Originally estimated to be discharged in twenty days to a month, he returned to his comfortable home on the fifteenth day after the surgery.

Of course, his body was not yet fully recovered. His diet and routine had to strictly follow the doctor’s orders.

However, since his attending physician was his partner, the hospital’s director was not worried about anything.

Despite being a critical patient, the director quickly signed his discharge papers.

After Roy Lewis returned home, his diet and routine were almost the same as in the hospital, but the atmosphere at home was quite different from that of the hospital.

Moreover, during his first week home, his attending physician, Richelle Dunn, allowed him to work for two hours a day, but each session could not exceed an hour.

If it were the old Roy Lewis, he could have completed workload of two or three days in two hours.

However, no matter how quickly he recovered, he was still a patient recovering from surgery.

On the first and second day, Richelle Dunn vaguely felt something odd, but she could not immediately figure it out.

The comfort and spaciousness of their home were incomparable to that of the hospital. Unlike the hospital, there were no crowded and noisy passersby and other disturbances.

More importantly, at home, he had his loved ones with him 24/7.

Yet, Richelle Dunn could still sense something peculiar about Roy Lewis.

By the third day, this feeling became even more prominent.

After pondering back and forth, Richelle finally realized what was wrong when she saw Roy Lewis frowning frustratingly at the computer.

His restlessness was due to his increasing anxiety and irritation day by day.

His anxiety and irritation stemmed from problems at work.

Or rather, his current significantly reduced work capacity.

So, after Roy Lewis frustratedly ended his two hours of work, Richelle brought in two cups of fruit tea and sat down on the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Roy Lewis, come and enjoy the flowers with me.”

It was the height of summer. There were not many flowers in the courtyard, and because of the high temperature, flowers bloomed for a short period, displaying semi-withered blooms.

Although not as beautiful as the vibrant spring blossoms, Richelle had a strong appreciation for this natural scene of life and decay.

With Roy still having bandages on his head, Richelle leaned on the sofa, letting him rest on her lap after a day’s work, while she gently massaged his neck to stimulate blood circulation and relieve fatigue.

“Roy Lewis, do you feel that your brain isn’t functioning as well as before?”

Richelle asked directly, without any attempt at sugarcoating, leaving Roy Lewis speechless.

He thought he had disguised it well.

“Why would you think that?”

He didn’t respond to Richelie’s question, instead asking her one of his own.

Richelle’s fingers, soft yet forceful, pushed on an important acupressure point on the back of his neck. It was quite painful, causing Roy Lewis to hiss in pain.

“Roy Lewis, if it hurts, let it out. Doesn’t it feel better?”

Roy Lewis’s neck was still not very flexible, thus, he didn’t lift his head to look at her. After a moment of silence, he asked.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

Richelle nodded, “Yes, I did it on purpose.”

Seeing him remain silent, she had to continue speaking.

“I know that because I am your attending physician, you fear that if you disclose any discomfort or unease, I will feel guilty and take the blame. So, you would rather secretly doubt and question yourself than ask me directly, right?”

Richelle knew this man too well.

“These past three days, haven’t you felt that you’re less efficient at work? Did you have to read the contracts that you used to easily comprehend several times before understanding them?”

Roy Lewis didn’t make a sound, which was taken as a tacit admission.

“Are you thinking that your current condition might be the side effect of the surgery? If it is indeed a side effect, is there a possibility of a full recovery?”

Roy Lewis remained silent again.

“But you have numerous doubts in your heart, and yet you dare not ask me for confirmation because you’re afraid that by asking, you’ll be burdened forever, right?”

Needless to say, Richelle pretty much guessed all of Roy Lewis’s fears, anxiety, and irritability accurately.

“Darling, I…”

Richelle put a finger on his lips, stopping him from apologizing.

“Roy Lewis, although I am now your fiance, I am a highly professional doctor in the operating room. We have anticipated all the possible good and bad outcomes post-surgery. To be honest, your current situation is much better than what my mentor and I anticipated.”

Roy Lewis finally couldn’t hold back, “So, you mean the deterioration in my understanding and comprehension is due to the surgery? Can I recover to my previous state?”