Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Treating the Wound on My Hand
Just as his irritation beca unbearable, a warm and soft touch suddenly ca from the back of his hand.
He saw a little girl calling out ‘Brubby’, squatted on the chair with her bare feet, stretching out her fist-sized little hand and placing it on his wounded hand.
He didn’t make a sound.
The little girl imitated a ‘hiss’, the sound of soone inhaling sharply from pain as though she was the one who was hurt.
Her little body trembled, then she turned her head back, looked up at him, and said in a rush, “Blood…”
“Dad, blood…”
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“Blood, blood, it hurts.”
Baron Lawrence’s frustration was imdiately shattered by her, and his thin lips tightened into a straight line. He then put her back on the hospital bed, stood up, bent down, and said, “It doesn’t hurt, Gigi be good, go to sleep for a bit.”
“Dad… it hurts…”
Gigi wouldn’t listen and stood up to chase after him.
Baron Lawrence watched with his heart in his throat, hurriedly grabbed her and pressed the bedside call button.
Soon, the Nurse and Scott Harris both ca in.
Baron Lawrence gave the Nurse a stern look with his cold face, “Take good care of her, if you can’t, then get out and fend for yourself!”
His temper was fierce.
The Nurse shivered with high tension, “Young Master Lawrence, rest assured, I have been taking good care of Ms. Gigi.”
After speaking, she quickly walked over, helped to hold Gigi, and soothed her gently, “Gigi be good, we’re still having an infusion, you can’t move around or your hand will bleed and it will hurt. You don’t like the pain, do you? Let’s lie down nicely, and Aunt will read you a storybook, okay?”
While comforting her gently, she laid Gigi back on the bed.
However, the usually well-behaved and easy-to-care-for little girl was exceptionally uncooperative today. She kicked with her feet and struggled to run while her plump little mouth kept crying out, “Da… Dad… hand… blood…”
“Dad… don’t…”
She was only one year old, and when speaking, it was a stage where she popped out her words one by one. When she got anxious, her pronunciation beca unclear.
The word ‘Dad’ sotis turned into ‘eight’, reminiscent of counting from one to eight, and sotis into ‘don’t’, as in calling off a class.
Occasionally there were one or two correct calls mixed in between.
It was like gibberish, in her baby voice.
“Dad… hand… blood.” She seed to be particularly concerned about Baron Lawrence’s bleeding hand, continuously struggling in bed, trying to run towards him, and calling out urgently and in circles, “The… snow…”
Even Scott Harris couldn’t bear to watch, feeling sorry for the little miss’s sensibility. He stepped up to Baron Lawrence and reminded him in a low voice, “Lord, do you want to get your hand treated?”
He knew about his own wound, which Baron Lawrence originally didn’t want to deal with, but seeing the little girl’s persistent and frantic cries, he frowned and relented, “Let the Nurse co.”
Seeing that he was finally willing to treat the wound, Scott Harris sighed in relief. Fearing that he would change his mind, he hurried to find the Nurse.
Shortly, the Nurse ca with a simple disinfection and dressing kit. Seeing Baron Lawrence standing there, she hesitated for a mont, then mustered her courage to speak, “Young Master Lawrence, I can’t treat your wound properly while you are standing. Could you please sit on the chair beside you?”
What a hassle!
Baron Lawrence was extrely impatient, but seeing Gigi on the hospital bed, he endured it. He walked over to the chair with his long strides, sat down, and extended his hand.
The young Nurse squatted opposite him, and when she saw the injury on the back of his hand clearly, she looked up in astonishnt. Coming into close contact with that extraordinarily refined and handso face, her ears turned red, and she buried her head down like a thief.
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