Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Hospitalization
"Alright then." The doctor nodded, readying the iodine for disinfection.
The wound was rather deep, more profound than a simple scrape. It was hard to guess how this seemingly frail girl had endured such pain for so long without uttering a sound.
Rumor was, she had even continued dancing before she passed out. Wasn’t that nonsense?
The doctor readied his forceps to start the procedure while a few nurses held down Hannah’s legs.
"Ouch, it hurts," she whimpered.
The girl in his arms began to struggle, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as her eyelashes fluttered. Her soft voice was filled with a whimpering tone that resembled a kitten’s cry.
The sound made one’s heart ache.
But Arnold Simmons pressed down harder, his chin resting atop the girl’s fluffy hair. His voice was low, yet full of comfort, "Hang in there, it will be over soon."
He was not sure if his words had any effect, but the following procedure occurred without hitch.
Hannah, eyes closed, her slender fingers tightly gripping the man’s shirt, her body trembling slightly.
Her bitten lips were pale, with a faint tint of purplish blue.
Arnold Simmons looked down, hastily reaching out to hold her chin.
He comforted her, "Be good, don’t hurt yourself."
He brought his hand near her lips.
Hannah did not respond, choosing instead to bury her face into his chest. Her body temperature was alarmingly high.
The rusty nail, stained with blood, was tossed onto a tray held by a nurse who was sweating profusely.
There was a loud "clang."
Arnold Simmons looked over. There was a dangerous aura in his narrow eyes. Even though it wasn’t directed at everyone present, it made others break into a cold sweat.
After administering a clear vaccine to Hannah, the doctor left with the nurses.
The wound had been dressed.
The nurse held a fresh patient’s uniform ready to help Hannah change, but she refused to let go of the man’s hand.
The nurse looked helplessly at Arnold Simmons.
"I’ll do it," Arnold Simmons said.
The nurse, taking the hint, did not continue to bother and thoughtfully closed the door upon leaving.
After her wound was treated, Hannah had regained consciousness, though she was still quite dazed, her eyes barely open.
When she saw a blurry figure unbuttoning her collar, she panicked, "What are you doing?"
As she spoke, her voice was thick with tears. Her attempts to bat away his large hand were feeble due to her weak condition.
It was more like a caress than an actual confrontation.
The temperature from her palm was high, and it felt as though the scorching contact had spread to his entire body.
Arnold Simmons paused for a second, then quickened his motions. His voice was slightly hoarse, "Behave yourself. If you don’t change your wet clothes, you’ll fall sick."
After saying that, he glanced at the girl’s pale cheeks and added, "And if you get sick, you’ll look ugly."
Hannah felt even more aggrieved but didn’t dare to struggle anymore, she said with a tone of despair, "You’ve seen me. My sugar daddy will despise me. He will abandon me."
She seemed delirious from the fever, her words making no sense.
Arnold Simmons unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her milky-white skin with a hint of pink, which nearly blinded him, "He won’t."
Hannah insisted against all reason, "He will."
She turned her face away, her eyes tightly shut as if mourning.
He unintentionally touched the delicate skin of her hand, the scorching heat nearly burning his skin.
