Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 996: Chapter 996: First Aid Her Wounds Chapter 996: Chapter 996: First Aid Her Wounds Baron Lawrence’s temples throbbed violently.

His lips could still touch the palm of her hand, that feeling of being so angry he could beat her up, yet unable to act against her “soft knife” strategy surged up again. His eagle-like eyes were still filled with rage, but there was more compromise now. He pulled her hand away and said, with a stern face, “Don’t bother, someone will come soon.”

The Old Man would call the doctor.

Enna Clark hadn’t seen him command anyone to treat his wound, and as she wondered how that could be, there was a knock at the door, “knock knock.”

Baron Lawrence’s back was in such pain that it was cramping. He had been toughing it out until now, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he said to Enna Clark, “Enna Clark, open the door.”

“Okay.”

Enna Clark didn’t delay and went to open the door.

Outside stood a man in a white coat, holding a medicine box. She was surprised.

Was this really the doctor?

When had he called for a doctor?

“Is Lord there?”

She suddenly came back to her senses, stepped aside, and said, “Inside.”

The doctor nodded at her and walked in with his things. Upon seeing Baron Lawrence, his attitude immediately became respectful, “Lord, the housekeeper sent me to treat your wounds.”

“Hmm,” Baron Lawrence sat on the sofa, suppressing the intense tearing pain in his back, and said, “First treat her arm wounds.”

The doctor could tell by his complexion who was more severely injured and needed more immediate treatment.

But in the old house, obedience to orders was the principle; there were not so many whys.

He immediately set down his things and said to Enna Clark, “Ms. Clark, I will treat your wounds first, please have a seat.”

Enna Clark was about to speak.

Baron Lawrence had already interjected, “Enna Clark, shut up!”

Then he instructed the doctor, “Treat her first!”

Enna Clark wasn’t new to dealing with him, and arguing now would just be a waste of time, so without making a fuss, she sat on the sofa and extended her arm, “My arm injury isn’t serious, just help me reduce the swelling.”

“Alright.” The doctor could also see that she wasn’t downplaying her injury out of bravado; it truly wasn’t that serious.

It was far less severe than one-tenth of what Lord had on his back.

He efficiently disinfected Enna Clark’s injury, then took out a tube of anti-inflammatory drug and gave it to Enna Clark, “Ms. Clark, just apply this yourself.”

Enna Clark took it from him.

The doctor then said to Baron Lawrence, “Lord, let me treat your wounds now, please lie down on the sofa.”

After confirming that Enna Clark’s wounds were treated, Baron Lawrence lay down on the sofa.

The doctor walked over with a serious expression, holding iodine, and bent down to start treating the wound.

His injuries were much more severe than Enna Clark’s; he had been whipped three times before, and only endured it with military-grade painkillers. Although the first whip this time wasn’t as forceful, the following two were genuine, striking his back hard. His shirt on the back was torn to shreds and stuck to the coagulated blood. To treat the wound, the doctor had to first open up the shirt.

This process was by no means less painful than pouring alcohol directly on the wound. Baron Lawrence didn’t utter a sound and let the doctor clean the wound, but the tense muscles on his back revealed how much he was enduring!

Just cutting the shirt open took the doctor almost half an hour, and with his head covered in sweat, he said to Baron Lawrence, “Lord, I’m going to disinfect the wound now, please bear with it.”