Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Your girlfriend isn’t very bright, is she?

"Yes." Allen smiled at the doctor, still feeling a little weak and groggy as he nodded. His brows rose when his girlfriend squeezed his hand, flashing her a smile.

The doctors who came to check on him asked a few more questions and checked his vitals. "Everything is looking good," the doctor said, nodding approvingly at Allen. "You’ll still be under monitoring, and we’ll run a few more tests..."

Allen and his girlfriend listened attentively, with her taking every word seriously. It was as though she were afraid she’d miss something important if she got distracted for even a second. After several reminders and reassurances from the doctor, the girlfriend rose to her feet.

"Thank you, doctor," she said, walking the doctors out while asking a few more questions for clarification. "Okay, I will. Thank you, doctor."

She stood outside the ward, thanking the doctors from the bottom of her heart. The doctors reassured her over and over before leaving, but she remained outside, watching them go with a grateful heart.

"Hah..." she huffed faintly, slowly turning her head to return to the ward. But just as she did, she noticed a figure seated on the waiting bench outside the VIP ward.

Pausing, she raised her brows. "Sir Atlas," she called quietly, watching Atlas rise to his feet. The second he faced her, a brief smile formed on her face as she nodded at him.

Without a word, she turned and walked back into the ward, with Atlas following her inside. Meanwhile, Allen stared at his palms, deep in thought.

"Allen, babe." His girlfriend’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned his head toward the entrance. His gaze fell on his lover first, but he quickly noticed Atlas behind her.

Allen’s lips curved upward. "Sir Atlas."

"Babe, I called Sir Atlas when you woke up," she explained, staying by Allen’s side.

"I see." Allen nodded in understanding. He had woken up late last night but was still very groggy and fell asleep again. When he woke up this morning, his girlfriend had already told him many things, including how Atlas would often drop by to check on him.

Standing at the end of the bed, Atlas assessed Allen before meeting his eyes. "I’m glad to see you waking up again," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, sir," Allen replied, offering a faint smile. "Thank you."

"You don’t have to."

"But I want to," Allen stressed, aware that Atlas had protected him. "Thank you."

Atlas kept his mouth pressed into a thin line, nodding. "Now that I’m certain you’re awake, I’ll be on my way. Take care and don’t strain yourself."

With that, Atlas glanced at Allen’s girlfriend before nodding at Allen once more. He wanted to ask a few questions, but he figured today might not be the best time. Allen had just woken up from quite a long coma. Atlas wasn’t inconsiderate enough to ignore that Allen likely needed rest.

"Sir Atlas," Allen called, stopping him just as he took a step. When Atlas looked back at him, Allen smiled at his girlfriend. "Babe, can you... get me some hot soup, please? I’m a little hungry."

His girlfriend smiled subtly and nodded in understanding. "Of course," she said, squeezing his hand briefly. "I’ll get it for you. I’ll be back." After saying that, she cast a glance at Atlas and offered a short bow before leaving quietly without another word.

Atlas and Allen watched her leave, closing the door carefully behind her. Once the door was shut, Atlas turned his attention back to the patient.