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.”

quite resolute, she realized that he would only treat her own wound after making sure that

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

change of medicine, was treated

for different aspects and seldom overstepped the boundaries in usual times because

had to treat Florence’s

glance at each other

at a doctor casually and said, “You, please

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

order, he didn’t have the guts to

the doctor walked forward and

long cut. Generally, such a wound could be stanched by a napkin and

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

was so professional that Florence

they were Ernest’s exclusive medical team

was then taken off and his body that was covered with bandages

imagine how serious the wounds

opened, even

small movement, yet much blood oozed out. Florence felt her heart wrenched and her eyes immediately

didn’t give a shit about his wounds at all,

I won’t die of this. You don’t need to wail

were like a dagger and Florence felt

died that

her head toward the direction opposite to Ernest.

that she was the one

at

her, why

at the moment. He wanted to pull her into his arms and consoled her, but the gauze bandages wrapped around his body were removed just now and his wounds looked so horrible. He was afraid that she would

became fretful and said in a cold voice,

froze in the air and his forehead broke out into cold

unprofessional and Mr. Hawkins disdained him after several

be able to stay in

standing aside, noticed the reactions and changes of

cared about each