Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 113

The two men were still silently glued. Whereas in Aishe's mind it was rumbling erratically. There were many things he thought of including a fetus that was inside his stomach.

"There's no more time. Quickly get your wife to the car. I'll take him to the hospital!"

Diego quickly takes Aishe back to the car, and lets the man named Mustafa take his lover. While he followed behind.

Mustafa Ibran, that's how the almost 55-year-old man was addressed. Ten years ago, he lost his wife to save his best friend, Deniz Gulbar, who was none other than Diego's father.

After the death of his wife, he built at least 1 hospital every year and now there are 10 hospitals spread all over Turkey. The entire hospital did not charge a single fee to those who could not afford it.

No wonder, if he often brought someone lying sick on the streets to seek free treatment at his hospital. Of course this is an opportunity for Diego to be able to take Aishe to the hospital calmly.

A nurse was seen preparing with a gurney in front of the Emergency Installation, as Mustafa had already contacted them to prepare.

"She was bleeding, she was about 6 to 8 weeks pregnant. Call Zehra's doctor to check on her." Mustafa spoke as he opened the car door beside Aishe, and saw two nurses helping Aishe climb into the gurney.

"Good, Master!" The nurse prepares to take Aishe, but before they move, Mustafa orders something.

"Tell Zehra, he's my son. So make sure he helps my future grandchildren!"

The kid? Doesn't Mr Ibran have only one son? "Ba-good, Sir!"

Mustafa just stayed in front of his car, noticing Aishe being carried by his three flagship nurses getting inside. As he stood up, a man in a hat walked over and stood beside him.

"I owe you a lot, Uncle." Diego's voice faintly sounded from behind the hat that covered half his face.

"You owe a lot, son. Don't forget, pay that to your wife and daughter!" Mustafa stepped inside to find out Aishe's condition. Diego was still standing there with a faint smile on his face.

I'll pay for it, Uncle. For the life of my father, also my wife, and my son.

The hospital built in a personal name looks quite crowded. Many of those who came were homeless, or a nomad who had not got a job and was sick.

It's great from hospitals because they don't distinguish patients, all there the same, between those who pay or seek free treatment. All services, both drugs and actions, are carried out in accordance with the patient's emergency level and standards.

"The bleeding has been overcome, the fetus is also not a problem. You don't have to worry, sir. It's just that, for the time being he has to get treatment" he explained briefly.

"No problem, take care of him."

From behind the curtain that was accidentally revealed, Diego watched silently from a distance. Seeing her lover was better, she stepped out to contact someone.

"Get me the paperwork at the office!" he said briefly and then ended the call.

After taking care of some files. Aishe was moved to one of Mustafa's handpicked VVIP rooms. The room looks quite large, complete with a patient bed and sofa bed.

Diego is seen entering with a white map and paper bag. He put a white map on the table, before finally sitting next to Mustofa. He took a cup of coffee from the paper bag, then put it in front of the old man.

"Drink, your son brought this."

"He always knew what his father liked." Mustafa smiled faintly, seeing the name on the paper bag was his coffee shop subscription.

"You haven't told him?" ask Mustofa while taking a paper glass containing hot coffee.

Diego shook his head slowly. The look in his eyes could not be separated from Aishe who fell asleep with a blood transfusion hose on his right arm.

"Then why did you ask Rehan to take the documents?" Mustafa observes Diego who looks very worried about Aishe. With just that, he could tell just how deeply Diego loved Aishe. "You want to say it now?"

Diego's breathing sounded heavy. I don't know what was on his mind at the time.

"The Gulbar family's fight has already taken a lot of casualties. Don't lose the people you love anymore." Mustafa stood up, then slowly left with his old legs.

Curious, what files did Diego bring? Why mustafa call Aishe his wife Babang Die?

Then coffee again, a rose can also.

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