Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 980: Chapter 980: He Has a Fever

Enna Clark, after hearing from the doctor that Lyle Westbrook was no longer in life-threatening condition, finally let down the heart she had been holding up.

Right at this time, Scott Harris came over after arranging Lyle Westbrook’s ward, “Baron, Young Master Westbrook has been settled.”

“Mhm,” Baron Lawrence still had a sullen expression.

Scott Harris hesitated before speaking, “Baron, you have been looking for Ms. Clark and Young Master Westbrook for over half a day now, without resting for even a minute. Now that both Young Master Westbrook and Ms. Clark are safe, please take a rest. I’m afraid your body won’t be able to take it.”

Baron Lawrence had been looking for her since the afternoon? Without resting for even a minute?

Enna Clark turned her head, and sure enough, she saw his lips were a shade paler.

Previously, she had been worried about the infection in Lyle Westbrook’s wounds, so she hadn’t paid attention to Baron Lawrence’s complexion. Now that she looked, Baron’s face wasn’t looking any better than Lyle Westbrook’s.

It had a sickly pale feel to it.

The heart that Enna Clark had just managed to let down, tightened up again, she furrowed her brows, and grabbed his hand, “Baron Lawrence, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

“No.”

“No way there isn’t!” Enna Clark, unconvinced, tiptoed, reached out, and placed her hand on his forehead. As soon as she touched it, it was scalding hot.

The heat almost made her pull her hand away, “Baron Lawrence, do you have a fever?”

Scott Harris was even more anxious, “Baron, do you have a fever?”

“I’m fine.” Baron Lawrence pulled Enna Clark’s hand down and gripped her wrist, “Come with me.”

“Where to? You have a fever now, you need to get an IV drip immediately!”

Baron Lawrence, however, as if deaf to her words, kept pulling her forward.

With his height and strength, Enna Clark simply couldn’t pull free, and in an instant, she was being led away by him.

“Baron Lawrence.” Enna Clark originally thought he was going to take her somewhere, but he instead brought her directly to the emergency room.

Then he pressed her down into a chair.

He commanded the medical staff nearby, “Get the gauze, iodine!”

His bearing was not that of an ordinary person, and coupled with his habit of giving orders, even if the medical staff didn’t know who he was, they hurriedly fetched the requested items.

Soon, gauze and iodine were brought to him.

Baron Lawrence pulled over Enna Clark’s injured hand, placed it on his leg, then opened the bottle of iodine, furrowing his brow, “Bear with it!”

As he spoke, he poured the iodine from the bottle onto Enna Clark’s torn wound!

“Hiss!” A piercing pain in the palm, Enna Clark couldn’t help but turn pale, drawing in a sharp breath.

Hearing her sharp intake of breath from the pain, Baron Lawrence felt as if his heart was soaked in the iodine, but he steeled himself and didn’t stop.

The wound on her palm had been left unattended for too long. If it wasn’t properly disinfected with iodine, it could easily become infected.

So even if it was painful, it was necessary to disinfect her wound thoroughly with iodine.

A bottle of iodine was quickly finished, and Enna Clark’s palm became numb from the pain; she could feel the muscles in her hand twitching. She bit her lip hard and endured without making a sound.

Baron Lawrence put down the iodine bottle, picked up the anti-inflammatory drug, and although his face seemed expressionless, his hands were as gentle as possible while applying the medication to her.

The anti-inflammatory drug felt cool, and when applied to the wound cleansed by iodine, it immediately dispelled the pain brought by the iodine. Enna Clark’s tensed brows loosened, and her bright eyes involuntarily watched the man half-kneeling on the ground, treating her wound.

His eyes and brows were cold, but Enna Clark felt warmth!