My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was stunned and then quickly pulled herself together. She finally realized how shameful her posture was when she saw the astonishment on the doctors’ faces.

“I…I… It’s not what you think.”

Flustered, Florence let go of Ernest and jumped down the bed.

Her face was so red as if it was about to drip blood at the next moment. And she lowered her head and was ready to run towards outside.

It would be really embarrassing if these doctors thought that she wanted to rape Ernest by taking advantage of Ernest’s serious injuries.

“Don’t leave.”

Ernest grabbed Florence’s wrist to stop her.

He didn’t use too much strength, but Florence still stopped because she was afraid that Ernest’s wound would be opened again.

She said with a crimson red face, “You shall change the medicine first. I.. I will wait outside.”

She felt very embarrassed to stay in the ward.

Ernest didn’t let go of her; instead, he ordered the doctors, “Bandage her finger first.”

The attending doctor immediately walked towards Florence and looked towards her hand, “Miss, please give me your hand…”

He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Ernest held up Florence’s hand and then small wound that was cut by the fruit knife was exposed.

Er… It only needed a band aid. Was it necessary to bandage it?

Mr. Hawkins, wasn’t your wound more serious?

Seeing that the doctor was absent-minded, Ernest urged him impatiently, “Can’t you hurry up?”

The doctor was rendered speechless. This wound was really small and was it necessary to ask him, an attending doctor, to treat it?

“All right, I will help this miss bandage the wound right now.” The doctor then waved his hand to gesture the nurse to push a nursing cart forwards and then said to Florence, “Miss, please sit down, I will bandage your wound.”

treat her own wound after making sure that the cut on her finger

ward and said, “Can you have a look at Ernest’s wound. The wound on

including the change of medicine, was treated

medicine, but they were responsible for different aspects and seldom overstepped the boundaries

doctor had to treat Florence’s wound

took a glance at

casually and said, “You, please come over

He was a neurologist. Although he was also professional in bandaging the wounds, he was

the order, he didn’t have the guts to refuse

walked

Generally, such a wound could be stanched by a napkin and then one should simply stick a band

treated it like he was treating a serious injure. He disinfected it again

so professional that

exclusive medical team –

then taken off and his body that

dare to imagine how serious the wounds covered by the

opened, even

oozed out. Florence felt her heart wrenched

his wounds at all,

stiffly, “It’s simply a little blood and I won’t die of this.

Florence felt

almost died that

her head toward the direction opposite to Ernest.

was the one

looking at the back of

comforting her, why did

her into his arms and consoled her, but the gauze bandages wrapped around his body were removed just

fretful and said in a cold

and his forehead broke out into cold

was really unprofessional and Mr. Hawkins disdained him after several minutes of

it mean that he would not be able to stay

was standing aside, noticed the reactions and changes of emotions of

cared about each other more than