My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1105

The doctor wrote a prescription and said, "If you're not allergic to crab or cheese individually, then it might've been because they were both taken into your body at the same time. It's also possible that it was something of those foods that caused your allergic reaction. If you need it, I can help you check the cause."

I nodded. "Alright, please do!" It would probably save me from worrying too much next time, just in case I ate the same thing without realizing it again.

Due to the fact that we were in the city, the hospital was flooded with a large number of people, and the wards were full. I could only sit by the corridors to get an IV drip and to check the cause of my allergy. The nurse retrieved some blood from me, hung the IV drip there, and left.

There were quite a few wards in the corridor. It was late at night, and many other sick patients had already fallen asleep.

I couldn't sleep, so I closed my eyes and pretended to rest. Naomi was busy covering the medical expenses. Sebastian was searching for a parking space.

Looking for a parking space in the city was always so troublesome.

I took a nap for a while, and heard a noise from the corridor. I opened my eyes and saw that it came from a male doctor in a white coat.

When he saw me, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I wasn't even sleeping!" I looked at the IV fluid I was on instinctively. It was almost finished, and I saw the syringe in his hand.

I was dumbstruck and asked, "Are you changing the fluid for me?"

He shook his head, held the IV drip, and said, "Just topping up!"

I watched as the needle in his hand was inserted into the bottle and the liquid in the needle was pushed into the bottle.

I asked, doubtful, "Isn't the fluid supposed to be inserted separately?" Why was the hospital suddenly using syringes?

I raised my hand to push him away, but he suddenly held me up, and he was almost carrying my whole body as he walked towards the corridor.

I no longer had any time to think about it. There was only one thought in my mind, and it was that I must not fall asleep.

I put the tip of my tongue against my teeth and bit onto it hard. The pain stimulated my nerves, and I sobered up a little. At the same time, he was already bringing me towards the elevator.

Realizing that he intended to take me away, I tried to struggle, but I had no strength at all. I wanted to call out for help, but I couldn't utter a single word.

I heard the sound of the elevator opening, and I was taken into the elevator by the man. I could see him pressing a button, but I failed to see which specific button he had chosen.

I could vaguely see that the red light blinking was the lowest button, so he must've chosen the underground garage.