Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Treating the Wound on My Hand
Just as his irritation became unbearable, a warm and soft touch suddenly came from the back of his hand.
He saw a little girl calling out âBrubbyâ, squatted on the chair with her bare feet, stretching out her fist-sized little hand and placing it on his wounded hand.
He didnât make a sound.
The little girl imitated a âhissâ, the sound of someone 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, âBloodâŠâ
âDad, bloodâŠâ
...
âBlood, blood, it hurts.â
Baron Lawrenceâs frustration was immediately 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, âIt doesnât hurt, Gigi be good, go to sleep for a bit.â
âDad⊠it hurtsâŠâ
Gigi wouldnât 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 came in.
Baron Lawrence gave the Nurse a stern look with his cold face, âTake good care of her, if you canât, then get out and fend for yourself!â
His temper was fierce.
The Nurse shivered with high tension, âYoung Master Lawrence, rest assured, I have been taking good care of Ms. Gigi.â
After speaking, she quickly walked over, helped to hold Gigi, and soothed her gently, âGigi be good, weâre still having an infusion, you canât move around or your hand will bleed and it will hurt. You donât like the pain, do you? Letâs lie down nicely, and Aunt will read you a storybook, okay?â
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, âDa⊠Dad⊠hand⊠bloodâŠâ
âDad⊠donâtâŠâ
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 became unclear.
The word âDadâ sometimes turned into âeightâ, reminiscent of counting from one to eight, and sometimes into âdonâtâ, 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.
âDad⊠hand⊠blood.â She seemed to be particularly concerned about Baron Lawrenceâs bleeding hand, continuously struggling in bed, trying to run towards him, and calling out urgently and in circles, âThe⊠snowâŠâ
Even Scott Harris couldnât bear to watch, feeling sorry for the little missâs sensibility. He stepped up to Baron Lawrence and reminded him in a low voice, âLord, do you want to get your hand treated?â
He knew about his own wound, which Baron Lawrence originally didnât want to deal with, but seeing the little girlâs persistent and frantic cries, he frowned and relented, âLet the Nurse come.â
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 came with a simple disinfection and dressing kit. Seeing Baron Lawrence standing there, she hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage to speak, âYoung Master Lawrence, I canât treat your wound properly while you are standing. Could you please sit on the chair beside you?â
What a hassle!
Baron Lawrence was extremely 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 astonishment. Coming into close contact with that extraordinarily refined and handsome face, her ears turned red, and she buried her head down like a thief.
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