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.”

felt helpless. Seeing that Ernest was quite resolute, she realized that he would only treat her own wound after making sure that the cut on her finger was bandaged. But there was much more blood

you have a look at Ernest’s wound. The

noble, his wound, including the change of medicine, was treated by

authoritative doctors in other aspects of medicine, but they were responsible for different aspects and seldom overstepped the boundaries in usual times because they wanted the

the attending doctor had to treat Florence’s wound

a glance at

a doctor casually and said, “You,

professional in bandaging the wounds, he was not a top-class profession in this after all.

the order, he didn’t have the

great pressure, the doctor walked forward

simply a one-or-two-centimeter long cut. Generally, such a wound could be stanched by a napkin and then one should simply stick a band aid

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

so professional that Florence even

were Ernest’s exclusive medical team – they were

attention to her wounded finger and paid attention to Ernest’s condition with worries and concerns. Ernest’s cloth was then taken off and

to imagine how serious the wounds covered by the

was opened, even the gauze bandage on his

yet much blood 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. You don’t need

dagger and Florence felt more distressed when she heard the

died that

sensation in the nose and abruptly turn her head toward the direction opposite to Ernest. Then tears

that she was the one

looking at the back of Florence’s

was comforting her,

her, but the gauze bandages wrapped around his body were removed just now and his wounds looked so horrible. He was

said

in the air and his forehead broke out

Mr. Hawkins disdained him

be able to stay in

aside, noticed the reactions and changes of emotions of Florence

cared about each