Chapter 980: Chapter 980: He Has a Fever
Enna Clark, after hearing from the doctor that Lyle Westbrook was no longer in life-threatening condition, finally let down the heart she had been holding up.
Right at this time, Scott Harris came over after arranging Lyle Westbrookâs ward, âBaron, Young Master Westbrook has been settled.â
âMhm,â Baron Lawrence still had a sullen expression.
Scott Harris hesitated before speaking, âBaron, you have been looking for Ms. Clark and Young Master Westbrook for over half a day now, without resting for even a minute. Now that both Young Master Westbrook and Ms. Clark are safe, please take a rest. Iâm afraid your body wonât be able to take it.â
Baron Lawrence had been looking for her since the afternoon? Without resting for even a minute?
Enna Clark turned her head, and sure enough, she saw his lips were a shade paler.
Previously, she had been worried about the infection in Lyle Westbrookâs wounds, so she hadnât paid attention to Baron Lawrenceâs complexion. Now that she looked, Baronâs face wasnât looking any better than Lyle Westbrookâs.
It had a sickly pale feel to it.
The heart that Enna Clark had just managed to let down, tightened up again, she furrowed her brows, and grabbed his hand, âBaron Lawrence, are you feeling unwell somewhere?â
âNo.â
âNo way there isnât!â Enna Clark, unconvinced, tiptoed, reached out, and placed her hand on his forehead. As soon as she touched it, it was scalding hot.
The heat almost made her pull her hand away, âBaron Lawrence, do you have a fever?â
Scott Harris was even more anxious, âBaron, do you have a fever?â
âIâm fine.â Baron Lawrence pulled Enna Clarkâs hand down and gripped her wrist, âCome with me.â
âWhere to? You have a fever now, you need to get an IV drip immediately!â
Baron Lawrence, however, as if deaf to her words, kept pulling her forward.
With his height and strength, Enna Clark simply couldnât pull free, and in an instant, she was being led away by him.
âBaron Lawrence.â Enna Clark originally thought he was going to take her somewhere, but he instead brought her directly to the emergency room.
Then he pressed her down into a chair.
He commanded the medical staff nearby, âGet the gauze, iodine!â
His bearing was not that of an ordinary person, and coupled with his habit of giving orders, even if the medical staff didnât know who he was, they hurriedly fetched the requested items.
Soon, gauze and iodine were brought to him.
Baron Lawrence pulled over Enna Clarkâs injured hand, placed it on his leg, then opened the bottle of iodine, furrowing his brow, âBear with it!â
As he spoke, he poured the iodine from the bottle onto Enna Clarkâs torn wound!
âHiss!â A piercing pain in the palm, Enna Clark couldnât help but turn pale, drawing in a sharp breath.
Hearing her sharp intake of breath from the pain, Baron Lawrence felt as if his heart was soaked in the iodine, but he steeled himself and didnât stop.
The wound on her palm had been left unattended for too long. If it wasnât properly disinfected with iodine, it could easily become infected.
So even if it was painful, it was necessary to disinfect her wound thoroughly with iodine.
A bottle of iodine was quickly finished, and Enna Clarkâs palm became numb from the pain; she could feel the muscles in her hand twitching. She bit her lip hard and endured without making a sound.
Baron Lawrence put down the iodine bottle, picked up the anti-inflammatory drug, and although his face seemed expressionless, his hands were as gentle as possible while applying the medication to her.
The anti-inflammatory drug felt cool, and when applied to the wound cleansed by iodine, it immediately dispelled the pain brought by the iodine. Enna Clarkâs tensed brows loosened, and her bright eyes involuntarily watched the man half-kneeling on the ground, treating her wound.
His eyes and brows were cold, but Enna Clark felt warmth!
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