Chapter 50
Mary Kinson jumped out of the hospital bed and moved out of the way.
William Black sat cooperatively in the hospital bed, took off his coat, and the white shirt inside stuck to his chest.
Slender fingers unbuttoned one shirt after another, revealing the coveted texture lines.
He glanced at Mary Kinson, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent, hanging with a strange smile.
Mary Kinson inexplicably panicked and raised her hand to touch her hair.
Mary Kinson’s gaze slowly fell to the medicine in the nurse’s hand, and her fox eyes narrowed slightly. “Can I help him change his medicine?”
The nurse raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Ah? You’ll help him change it?”
Whit Ben looked at the delicate and charming face of Mary Kinson, guessed his age, smiled, and made a noise, “I know you are worried about the wound of William Black, but the nurse is more professional in changing bandages.”
“It does not matter. Listen to her.” William Black’s voice was mute and arrogant.
Whit Ben was surprised and did not say much.
The nurse smiled and handed Mary Kinson the items into her hand, then took a step back.
Mary Kinson glared at the nurse and asked, “Please step out first.”
The nurse was embarrassed. It had already violated hospital policy to let others take the patient’s medication instead of her. But the girl seemed gentle and polite at the moment, but somehow she had an inexplicable attitude.
When people saw her, they were afraid.
Whit Ben walked out with the nurse.
He even guessed that even if this woman wanted to take care of William Black’s life now.
William Black would say that he did not care and leave it to her.
After they left, only Mary Kinson and William Black were left in the ward.
Mary Kinson took out the treated medicine and a special syringe from her bag and skillfully mixed the medication into the hospital formula.
She grabbed his wrist, and the syringe pointed at him like a hanging vein of the green river.
William Black’s eagle eyes narrowed slightly.
Mary Kinson raised her eyebrows and asked seriously and tentatively, “Are not you resisting? What if I mix something in the drink that will kill you?”
She never quite understood why William Black was unique to her.
He smiled, then tilted his head back.
“Do you?”
Mary Kinson could not resist his steady eyes, and her throat was dry for no reason. She was beginning to regret asking him that question.
She lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes and jabbed the syringe into his blood vessel. “This will make your wound heal faster.”
After the injection, Mary Kinson took out a powder from her bag, and a strange and rare scent spread.
She carefully smeared the medicine, spread on his wound.
After the treatment, she put on medical gloves, “Lie down so you can take medicine.”
William Black’s thin lips pursed and smiled, and as she meant it, he obediently lay down on the hospital bed.
Mary Kinson’s gaze fell on his naked back, and his complexion was so healthy that it could be called beautiful as if it were a colored oil painting of strength and beauty. The skin of the back exudes the male hormone. Even the wound looked like an ornament.
Who can imagine William Black was the most almighty in Vandeli?
But distracted for a moment, Mary Kinson calmed her thoughts and sets about tending to his wound.
The stitched marks on the wound are cruel and have an intense beauty.
Mary Kinson held her breath and smeared the medicine on the wound with great care.
Her tremendous fingertips, like fat jade, gradually touch the wound with the sticky feeling of the medicine.
William Black did not feel the pain, only the cold touch of the jade-like stream spreaded from the surface of his skin to his heart.
His deep eyes closed heavily, and his jaw tightened slightly under his calm and rigid face.
After about 20 minutes, Mary Kinson had done everything right and put the medicine away.
William Black opened his eyes and suddenly made a sound, “It’s lavender.”
Mary Kinson’s heart gave a slight leap, and her millet pupil contracted rapidly.
The raw material of the medicine used was lavender, but it was no ordinary lavender. The effect of speeding up wound healing was excellent, and the most important thing was that this kind of lavender was almost unknown.
Even if William Black worked as a military doctor, he did not know about this rare medicine?
Even more, will he doubt his identity if he knows it?
She couldn’t see the expression on William Black’s face and didn’t know how he was acting.
But even if she saw his face, she couldn’t tell what was going on in his heart.
In this way, she couldn’t guess his intention and naturally continued, “It seems that I wasn’t careful enough and still let you smell it.”
William Black smiled in a heavy voice, “It’s not that you’re not careful with it, but I have a sensitive sense of smell.”
Mary Kinson carefully draped the bedspread over his back to avoid the heavyweight and said lightly, “Get some rest first. It’s getting late.”
“Well, there’s a bed in the next room, so you need to rest.”
“Well then, good night.”
She turned and went into the next room to rest.
The moment the door opened, the silent voice of William Black sounded behind her.
He made a nasal sound that sounded a little sexy. “Are you scared today?”
Mary Kinson’s heart stopped a little. She hadn’t expected that William Black, who looked dignified and cold, also had a meticulous mind.
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Mary Kinson raised her hand and brushed her long hair behind her ears, tilted her head, and smiled faintly, “Thank you for caring, good night.”
The following day, just as the sun was rising, Mary Kinson slept.