Hospital Admission
"Grade 3 radiation sickness—is it serious?" The Hostess tried hard to look like a wife terrified of losing her husband.
"We will do everything we can to treat him." The female doctor did not answer the question directly, only saying this.
"Then can you tell me how long he has left to live?" Remembering Zhang Heng's instructions, the Hostess asked the most important question.
"I can't give you an exact time, ma'am. Radiation sickness varies from person to person," the female doctor said.
"Please," the Hostess pleaded. For the generous pay, her acting skills erupted as well. Crying, she said, "We have three children. I can't raise them all by myself. I need Dima."
"He'll be all right, ma'am." The female doctor hurriedly comforted her. "Although I can't make you any guarantees, I will certainly do my utmost to treat him. Also, considering his current condition, I think it would be best if you kept some distance from him."
"What? You mean I can't stay in the hospital with him?" The Hostess immediately grew anxious. Zhang Heng was paying her by the day.
"Yes. The hospital has dedicated caregivers, and we will take good care of your husband. He has suffered severe radiation exposure. For the sake of your health, you should also stay apart from him for a while."
The Hostess hesitated upon hearing this. In fact, when they had first met, Zhang Heng had told her about his illness and said it might affect her as well. But the Hostess knew nothing about radiation and had not considered it a problem. Besides, after traveling together all this way, she had not felt anything unusual herself.
That had made the Hostess relax her guard, until the female doctor brought it up again with such a grave expression