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.”

only treat her own wound after making sure that the cut on her finger was bandaged. But there was much more

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

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

and authoritative doctors in other aspects of medicine, but they were responsible for different aspects and seldom overstepped

had to treat Florence’s

glance at each other

doctor casually and said, “You, please come over and bandage the

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

Ernest had given the order, he didn’t have the guts

walked forward

wound was not serious and it was simply a one-or-two-centimeter long cut. Generally, such a wound could be stanched by a napkin and then one should simply

now, the attending doctor treated it like he was treating a serious injure. He disinfected it again and again and went through all the procedures for treating wounds carefully

professional that Florence even felt

were Ernest’s exclusive medical team – they were really professional

Ernest’s condition with worries and concerns. Ernest’s cloth was then taken off

how serious the wounds covered by

opened, even

yet much blood oozed out. Florence felt her heart wrenched

wounds at all, but he felt fretful when

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

Florence felt

died

felt a more irritating sensation in the nose and abruptly turn her head toward the direction opposite to

she was the one to get

when looking at the back of Florence’s

comforting her, why did she

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

and said in a

doctor’s hand froze in the air and his forehead

and Mr. Hawkins disdained

not be able to stay in his exclusive

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

about each other more than