"Prepare a few more clean towels."
"Okay, Ms. Clark."
The maid rushed off to prepare them.
Enna Clark said to the doctor, "He doesn’t want to go to the hospital, so let’s not waste any ti. Let’s stop the bleeding from his wound first. Everyone else, help out wherever you can."
"Alright." The others helped cut the gauze, and prepared cotton to stop the bleeding.
The doctor cautiously approached the person on the sofa, and after tentatively trying to wipe Lyle Westbrook’s wound, relaxed, "Ms. Clark, please start treating Young Master Lyle’s arm wound while I set up an IV for the inflammation."
Heaven knows they couldn’t get close to Lyle before, but now that Miss Clark was here, they finally could get close.
"Okay." Enna Clark, without wasting any words, picked up the cotton to stop the bleeding.
Luckily, Lyle Westbrook only held onto her wrist and didn’t restrict her movents.
Enna Clark’s actions were swift.
She had treated Baron Lawrence’s wounds more than once, so she knew well how to disinfect and stop the bleeding.
She used the hot water brought in by the maid, wrung out the towel, wiped around the wound, then used disinfected cotton to clean the blood stains around the wound. After disinfecting step by step, she sprinkled on the dicine powder to stop the bleeding, wrapped it with gauze...
Several people divided their tasks and cooperated, and soon they finished treating his wounds.
When everything was done, Enna Clark’s forehead was dotted with beads of sweat.
"Alright." She tied the last bandage into a bow and stood up, only then realizing that her wrist was still firmly held.
She tried to pry it open, but couldn’t, and gave up.
At that mont, the doctor ca over and injected sothing into the man on the sofa. The man on the sofa slowly closed his eyes, releasing the grip on Enna Clark’s hand.
"Quickly get Young Master Lyle onto the bed to let him have a good rest," the doctor urged as the man on the sofa relaxed.
The bodyguards imdiately carried him to the bed and helped cover him with a blanket.
Only then did they sigh with relief, their shoulders relaxing.
Walking back to Enna Clark, they said, "Ms. Clark, let’s step outside first. I’ll explain it to you outside."
"Okay."
Enna Clark’s wrist had a ring of bruises. She rubbed her wrist and followed the group out.
Returning to the living room sofa.
The maid made her a cup of coffee and retreated to the side.
The bodyguard, full of apology, said, "Ms. Clark, we really troubled you today. Luckily, you ca over, otherwise Young Master Lyle..."
Enna Clark was more concerned about what happened, "What exactly happened to Lyle Westbrook? What happened?"
"Young Master Lyle is fine, just injured, and coupled with being too tense lately. It completely exceeded the human body’s capacity to bear, leading to a semi-conscious state. Initially, we didn’t an to bother Ms. Clark, but Young Master Lyle wouldn’t let any of us get close, and his wounds kept bleeding. We really had no choice but to find Young Master Lyle’s phone and called you."
"I an, what exactly happened to him? Why is he so seriously injured?"
She knew a semi-conscious state ant a person seed awake, but in reality, their consciousness had entered a comatose state. Seeing Lyle Westbrook’s earlier state, she suspected he had entered a semi-conscious state.
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