After the plane took off and entered a stable flight state.
The personal doctor knocked on the door to the lounge.
"Co in." Dylan Wellington tucked the blanket around Skye Brown, who lay unconscious on the bed, and said in a deep voice.
He had left too hurriedly earlier and didn’t have ti to ask soone to prepare antipyretic dicine for Skye Brown.
Now, looking at the increasingly pale face of the woman, feeling the burning heat in her palm, and thinking of the shocking bloodstains.
Dylan Wellington’s face was so dark it seed water could drip from it.
When the female personal doctor, specially instructed by Dylan Wellington and brought in by Tom Nelson, entered with the first aid kit, she was greeted with such an expression from Mr. Wellington.
The personal doctor was secretly alard, closed the door, and cautiously said, "Mr. Wellington..."
"Don’t ask unnecessary questions. Co over and check her condition... she’s running a fever." Dylan Wellington said coldly.
He knew that now, outside, many people already recognized Skye Brown’s face.
She was born beautiful but didn’t care for dressing up in the past, sporting a short hairstyle and casual attire that masked her beauty.
Ever since she grew her hair and appeared as Mrs. Wellington before and after the cara, she has beco a darling of dia attention.
Additionally, with the divorce case with him and the affair rumors with Norman York — it could be said that now, in Eastonia, there are few who don’t recognize Skye Brown’s face.
Sure enough, when the female personal doctor approached and identified the woman lying on the bed.
Her face briefly showed a trace of astonishnt.
"Mr. Wellington, isn’t this..." She recognized that this was Mr. Wellington’s ex-wife, Skye Brown, Norman York’s current girlfriend.
Oh no, not just the current girlfriend; she should be the fiancée instead.
Just recently, Norman York proposed to Miss Brown in front of a national audience.
Privately, the female personal doctor was actually a fan of Norman York and one of the Little Pumpkins.
However, she was a rational fan, firmly supporting her heartthrob’s decisions.
"I have said, matters that don’t concern you, don’t get involved — didn’t Dr. Collins brief you before he sent you over?"
The man’s eyes were cold, filled with hostility in his tone.
If he wasn’t afraid that Skye Brown wouldn’t receive care, he would’ve been impatient to explain more to the talkative doctor.
The female doctor imdiately lowered her head, no longer showing surprise: "Yes, I understand, Mr. Wellington."
Despite her appearance, the Little Pumpkin was already determined to find a way to contact Norman York once the plane landed.
The heartthrob’s fiancée was actually abducted by Dylan Wellington, the scumbag ex-husband—she couldn’t tolerate, absolutely couldn’t tolerate!
"She’s running a fever, you check her first and prescribe antipyretic dicine — if necessary, give her an injection." Dylan Wellington ordered coldly.
The female doctor imdiately restrained her emotions and began to work.
However, as she began to examine Skye Brown’s body, she discovered Skye Brown’s condition was definitely more than just a fever.
She slept deeply, very deeply.
As if isolated from the world, unwilling to communicate with the outside.
And upon unbuttoning her collar, the marks of love bites were clearly visible.
Those crimson love bites and mottled red marks all indicated she had been involved in an intense affection prior.
The doctor frowned, instinctively wanting to remove Skye Brown’s skirt.
"What are you doing?" Dylan Wellington suddenly stopped her.
Doctor: "This Lady’s condition doesn’t seem right... I need to examine..."
Dylan Wellington hesitated for a few seconds, thinking of the bloodstains.
Though reluctant for others to see Skye Brown’s private areas, he indeed feared his rough movents might worsen her injury.
He averted his eyes: "You... be gentle, she has an injury below."
The female doctor’s face changed montarily but quickly reverted.
Damn scumbag, truly despicable...
The doctor cursed quietly in her heart and cautiously lifted Skye Brown’s skirt.
And then showed a solemn expression.
[Update complete, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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