Novelas y relatos de Bunga Untuk Menjenguk Orang Sakit

" Is there any way to help him, there must be a way" " There was, but it's already too late" she sounded down " How is it too late" it was getting hard to understand what she is talking about " The flower you came here with was the only thing that can be used to save him" I was glad to hear that " that is great news then, I can give it to you" " No, the flower is already connected to you, only people connected to you or someone who shares the same blood with you can be able to use the flower"

Juanita told me that Marcus is coming to get me at 10 and it's still 9. "Doctor Tee, can you send two members of the general staff in this room, I'd like their help to deliver these flowers to some patients," I said, the doctor was so happy and immediately did as I asked. Two middle-aged men named Mr. Tim and Jim helped me carry the flowers. We went into each room, leaving them and it was good to see how simple flowers brightened up the patients' day! We ended up reaching outside where something caught my eyes. On the hospital's smaller gate was a group of frail people, eating. "What's that area?" I asked. Most of them were women with kids and they looked sick too.

"I know you all miss her, and I want to see her, too. But right now, Mommy needs to rest a lot so that she can get better faster. We'll visit her as soon as the doctor says we can, okay?" "But all your ideas are so wonderful! I'm sure Mommy would love that. We would make a special card together to let her know how much we care." I quickly added so I don't demoralize their high spirit. "Can we bring her flowers too? Our teacher said giving flowers to patients in the hospital helps them heal fast," Laura said. "Of course, sweetheart. We can bring her some beautiful flowers to brighten up her room. "I want to pick the prettiest flowers for Mommy then!" Laura spoke up, brightening up.

"A bouquet of flowers is a word of encouragement that Keisha will recover soon. I should not go directly to the hospital, Keisha is a hot-tempered person and cannot control her anger. If you go to the hospital, Keisha I'll think you're making fun of her pain. That would hurt her more." Vera nodded in agreement with Aurora's opinion.

Aniya sighed. "She is coming back and before coming home, she is going to the hospital to check her patient so she told me to take Flora there so that he could also run a complete examination on her and her recovery rate there today. It would be better for Flora's treatment," Aniya told him. Bellyana had called her to inform her that she was coming back but before returning home, she was going to check her some patients in the hospital, so she suggested Aniya to bring Flora to the hospital as she also needed a weekly examination and it would be better to perform her check-up under the medical tools and other equipments which she might not become possible in home. Aniya agreed to it.

Since then, she had been more legend than reality, a figure of myth and ancient stories. “She left behind flowers,” Grandma said, pointing to a small bouquet lying on the bathroom floor. I nodded in confirmation. “Yes, in the old days when she visited, she left behind flowers,”she explained. “I heard that these flowers had incredible properties, like healing sicknesses that couldn’t be cured by any other means.” My eyes widened furthe. “Then you can send them and use them for people who are sick,” I suggested, my voice filled with hope and excitement.

“Hello, Donna? Are you busy? I need to talk to you.” “Girl, I’m busy. As you can see, it's a weekday and I am working. What is it?” I sighed. “Okay, maybe I’ll call you some other time. I'm here in the hospital, Brent was hospitalized. If you have time, visit us.” “What? God, what happened?” she asked. “I’ll tell you once we meet…” I stopped, when I realized what kind of flower was that! It’s wolfsbane! “I’ll visit later—”

Murong Cheng's eyes slanted down, his gaze falling on the handful of white roses in Gu Liang's hand. "Visiting a sick person is visiting a sick person, what flowers are you sending ......" Murong Cheng looked at Gu Liang with a leathery smile. And it was still roses. Murong Cheng kind of didn't want Gu Liang to go in. "Gu Shao came ah." Mu Zi was lying on the hospital bed, her sight was blocked by Murong Cheng and she could only see a piece of Gu Liang's clothes corner.

But Gina wanted it, and what Gina wanted, I had no choice but to deliver. I wondered what Gina wanted to use it for. The flower was known for its healing properties. Legend says it also makes people look younger. It wasn't a regular flower. A few of it grew every four years. Gina had planned the right timing for me to come and get it. She said she needed it urgently. It's probably one of her beauty obsessions. I took out the small pouch I brought with me, carefully stepping towards the flower. I knelt beside it, admiring how beautiful it was. It took all my focus to cut it without damaging the petals. When I did, I placed it gently inside the pouch.

Jeremy asked as he placed the lilies into the vase on the table. Fern wanted to tell him that she did not like flowers with strong fragrances, but she could not bring herself to tell him that as he was gifting them to her. “Right, these flowers aren’t just from me. I’m giving them to you on behalf of our director and some other people. Everyone is busy filming, so they can’t come to the hospital to visit you. They asked me to greet you on their behalf. Everyone wishes for your speedy recovery,” Jeremy said with a chuckle.