I, like a detective, pressed my fingertips against the photograph, zooming in and then zooming out, trying to find Frederic's shadow in the background. Suddenly, someone appeared at the door.

"Can't sleep?" That was Tristan.

"I woke up." I put away my phone. "Dr. Shelton, were you on the night shift?"

"Well, do you want to go to the rooftop to watch the fireworks?" he asked again.

I didn't want to go originally, but I was bored at the moment, so I got up and put on a coat, "Let's go."

Tristan and I walked through the long corridor, and as we passed the nurse station, a young nurse asked in surprise, "Oh, Dr. Shelton, did you and Dr. Simon switch shifts?"

I was stunned and turned my head to look at Tristan.

He answered, "Well, Dr. Simon had a severe cold."

So that's how it is. I continued to follow him and we arrived at the rooftop of the hospital building from the staircase. The cold air instantly swept over my body, causing me to shiver. In the distance, beautiful fireworks kept blooming in the night sky, dispelling a hint of chilliness for me.

At that moment, my phone rang and my mom sent me a transfer of 8,600 dollars, along with a message saying, "Happy New Year, my good daughter!"

The gloom in my heart was instantly shattered by my mom's transfer. I happily received the payment and replied to her with a heart emoji: "Happy New Year, Mom and Dad!"

"Frederic's message?" Tristan asked suddenly, seeing me smile so happily.

"Do you think it's possible?" I put away my phone and took a deep breath of cold air. The icy sensation seemed to reach straight to my heart. "My mom sent me a large amount of pocket money, and I'm happy."

Tristan took off his mask and put it in his pocket. There was a smile on his handsome face, "I can't tell that you still love money so much."

I answered, "Who doesn't love money?"

He nodded and changed the subject, "By the way, Sam Farrington had surgery yesterday, and it went smoothly. He should be discharged in a while."

If in the past, someone mentioned Emilia's family, I would be curious. But now, when they are mentioned, I feel annoyed. I remember the photo Emilia just posted. She knew I could see it, right?

"It's not my concern, you should go and share the good news with Frederic. He has been so dedicated and hardworking," I said indifferently.

"He said Emilia would handle it, not me," Tristan sighed and walked towards a corner of the rooftop. When he returned, he was holding a bundle of handheld fireworks. "Wanna play?"

"Where did you come from?!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"The hospital would put up some fireworks on the rooftop every New Year's Day. The night shift staff can come up and set them off as a celebration for the new year," Tristan took out a lighter from his pocket and invited me, "Let's do it together."

I haven't played with this kind of handheld fireworks for a long time. After Tristan handed me two of them, he held a lighter in one hand to prevent the flame from being blown out, and used his other hand to light it for me.

As a burst of burning sound rang out, sparks like electric sparks bloomed, very beautiful. Tristan reached out a firework stick and lit it on the sparks. The two of them waved the firework sticks like children.

If I had known at that moment, Frederic was watching us at the exit, I would never have said such words like making a wish with a firework stick and shouting "Frederic, go die".

Of course, that is another story.

After Tristan and I had squandered the magic wand, it was already an hour later. I had a great time and happily thanked him before returning to the hospital room to sleep. After all, I had a head injury and needed plenty of rest.