Helen Fletcher became tense immediately upon hearing this.

She said, "No, no, I'm fine. It hurt a bit earlier, but it doesn't anymore."

Dirk Carter looked around the room.

He didn't see any flowers or fruit.

Instead, he saw a few beer bottles in the trash can.

Helen Fletcher couldn't move. Whether nurse or doctor, none would help her buy beer. So where did these beer bottles come from?

She seemed to notice Dirk Carter's gaze.

Hurriedly, she changed the topic, asking, "Shouldn't you be home for the New Year?"

"New Year?"

Dirk Carter was taken aback.

Helen Fletcher said, "Isn't today New Year's Eve? Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

Dirk Carter suddenly slapped his forehead.

Right, today is New Year's Eve. There have been so many chaotic things recently; he completely forgot about the New Year.

However, ever since his parents passed away, it seemed like New Year didn't exist in his memory.

In previous New Years, Dylan Tate would have to work as county mayor, leaving him alone at home.

He remembered how Dirk Carter used to go to Yvette Shaw's home to get a free meal on New Year's Eve before she got married. After Yvette went away, every New Year's Eve seemed to involve instant noodles.

"Uh…well…"

For a moment, Dirk Carter didn't know how to respond.

Helen Fletcher seemed to see something amiss as well.

She softly asked, "Do you not have family?"

Dirk Carter nodded, and with self-deprecation said, "My parents died when I was 18, then I gained a godfather, but he also passed away a few months ago."

"I'm sorry."

Helen Fletcher said apologetically.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm already used to it. Helen, if no one is here to keep you company today, then I'll stay here with you for the New Year."

For some inexplicable reason, Helen Fletcher's eyes moistened instantly.

It startled Dirk Carter.

He quickly asked, "Helen, are you in pain again?"

Even as he asked, he knew in his heart that her tears were definitely not due to the wound.

Helen Fletcher wiped her tears.

She said, "No, it's just... just an indescribable feeling. Having you here for New Year is nice, but I don't want to celebrate in the hospital."

"But you can't be discharged yet."

Dirk Carter said.

Helen Fletcher lifted the blanket, slightly lifted her clothing to show the wound, and said, "It's fine; it was minimally invasive surgery. My wound is okay now, I even got up for a little walk this morning."

"Even so, I doubt the doctor will approve, right?"

Dirk Carter said worriedly.

Helen Fletcher said, "Seriously, it's alright. If you don't believe me, watch."

And with that.

Helen Fletcher got out of bed directly, even walked a few steps in front of Dirk Carter, as if there was truly nothing wrong.

"Alright then, I'll help Helen with the discharge formalities."

Dirk Carter said.

Helen Fletcher nodded and said, "I happen to need to change clothes."

The doctor, a middle-aged woman, initially wouldn't allow Helen Fletcher to be discharged upon hearing the request. Considering that it's New Year's Eve and patients wish to go home, she ultimately agreed, prescribed some medication, and instructed her to return for checks on the seventh day of the lunar year.

Having said this, she adeptly wrote on the prescription list.

After the prescription was ready and handed to Dirk Carter, the doctor adjusted her glasses and said, "Your life, young people, I don't interfere. But during my rounds this morning, I noticed traces of intercourse on her. Although it hasn't caused any major issues, you should still be cautious since she just had surgery. Young man, can't you hold yourself for a day or two?"

Intercourse?

Dirk Carter was taken aback.

Seeing his bewildered look.

The doctor thought Dirk Carter felt guilty and sighed, saying, "I'm not saying you can't have intercourse, but pay attention to positions that don't press against the wound. Understand?"

"Oh, oh, I understand."

Dirk Carter hurriedly accepted the prescription and ran out hastily.

After picking up the medicine from the pharmacy.

He returned to the ward.

Helen Fletcher was already tidied up.

She wore the trench coat he had seen her in before, and combined with her striking mixed-race features, her overall demeanor was significantly elevated.

"Helen, I got your medicine prepared. Uh... would you like me to call a taxi for you?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Helen Fletcher was taken aback.

She asked, "Weren't you saying we would celebrate New Year together? What? Aren't you welcoming me?"

"No, no, I originally thought Helen would be going home," Dirk Carter said awkwardly.

Helen Fletcher laughed, "Today, I'll make dumplings for you."

"You're going to make dumplings? Helen, given your condition..."

"I already said it's fine; come on, let's go to the market first, then head to your place."

With her enthusiasm, Dirk Carter felt it would be impolite to decline.

Moreover, he had no other plans for this New Year's Eve.

Leaving the hospital.

They went to the market and bought some ingredients.

Afterward, they returned to Dirk Carter's apartment.

Recently, he had been out a lot, and the place was a mess. There were many unwashed clothes, and even underwear was strewn on the sofa.

Helen Fletcher entered and saw the room resembling a battlefield, then began tidying up without a word.

Dirk Carter felt awkward letting her work.

He attempted to stop her.

Unexpectedly, Helen Fletcher pushed him onto the sofa, saying, "I'll help you tidy up first, then I'll make dumplings. Either take a nap or watch TV, dinner will be ready by nightfall."

"Helen, I... maybe I should do it myself..."

"Enough, you called me sister. Besides, my life was saved by you, so doing something for you is the least I can do. If you make more trouble, I'll be upset."

With that.

Dirk Carter felt awkward saying anything more.

He simply watched Helen Fletcher busy herself.

She was quick with the chores.

After throwing clothes into the washing machine, she swept and mopped the floor, efficiently handling the work. To Dirk Carter, the chores seemed like they'd take all day, yet she effortlessly finished within an hour.

Then, she entered the kitchen to wash and chop vegetables, soon accumulating sweat on her forehead.

Seeing her working in the trench coat seemed inconvenient to Dirk Carter.

He said, "Helen, maybe you should take off the coat. I can hang it up for you."

This remark made Helen Fletcher tense.

She quickly waved her hands, saying, "It's okay. It's not a bother. I'm used to it."

Working so skillfully, how could wearing a coat be convenient?

Since she refused, Dirk Carter didn't insist.

After another hour of bustling.

The dumpling filling and wrappers were laid out on the table.

Dirk Carter felt uncomfortable sitting.

Thinking to assist, just as Helen Fletcher brought a bowl of water out, Dirk Carter inadvertently moved toward her, and they collided, causing the bowl to overturn, soaking Helen Fletcher's coat.

"Helen, I'm sorry; I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to help."

Dirk Carter apologized hurriedly.

Helen Fletcher laughed and said, "It's okay, as long as the bowl didn't break. I'll get another one."

She went to fetch another bowl of water.

Seeing her coat soaked, Dirk Carter said quickly, "Sister, take off the coat. In the heated room, it'll dry quickly, and I have the heater on, so it won't be cold."

"No, no, honestly, it's fine."

Helen Fletcher waved off his suggestion.

The more she refused, the more suspicious Dirk Carter became. He decided to help her take off the coat.

Helen Fletcher resisted, but her strength was no match for Dirk Carter.

In their struggle, two not-so-sturdy buttons popped off.

A sleeve was also torn off by Dirk Carter.

They were both stunned at once.

Dirk Carter froze abruptly.

Only then did he realize why Helen Fletcher insisted on wearing the coat, as there wasn't a single stitch of clothing underneath—it was nothing but skin.

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