嗯~教官你好硬~不要了

The ward was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. After a long silence,

Caleb said, “President Jones, let the doctor examine you.”

Gabriel let out a faint hum before sitting down on the sofa, though Caleb couldn’t tell if that was a yes or no. The former’s gaze was fixed on the woman receiving an IV drip in bed, still unconscious.

Caleb left the ward and returned after a while, followed by a doctor and a nurse.

Gabriel took off his shoes and socks. When he saw his badly mangled toenails and the bruises on his calves, not only Caleb but even the doctor sucked in a breath of cold air. The young nurse’s face turned pale.

“President Jones, do you need any anesthetics?” The doctor looked up at Gabriel.

“No.” Gabriel looked down at his feet indifferently.

The doctor used a small clipper to remove the damaged nails. Gabriel remained stoic throughout the whole process, not wincing or making even the slightest sound. Only the cold sweat on his forehead and his pale face showed the pain he endured.

The doctor cleaned the wound and asked the nurse to apply medicine. Then, the doctor moved on to Gabriel’s hands to remove the sharp stones embedded in his palms. “President Jones, please bear with this for a bit.”

Gabriel remained silent, his pale lips pursed into a straight line.

The doctor used povidone to clean the coagulated blood. Then, he used a small tweezer to carefully peel off the bloody flesh and remove the gravel inside. The blood dripped down his fingers and onto the ground.

Francesca arrived with fresh clothes for Gabriel. When she saw the scene in the ward, she was shocked. “What happened?”

Caleb had called her over urgently for a fresh set of Gabriel’s clothes but he did not have the time to tell her what had happened.

Francesca looked at Caleb, who was silent. He could not bring up that soul-stirring scene in front of Gabriel.

After the doctor finished treating Gabriel’s wound, he gave a few instructions and left with the nurse.

“President Jones, I brought you some clean clothes,” said Francesca.

Gabriel glanced at his hands that were wrapped in gauze and let out another faint hum. Francesca passed the clothes to Caleb before leaving the ward and closing the door behind him.

Since Gabriel’s hands and legs were injured and now wrapped in medicated dressing, he could not move as freely as before. With Caleb’s help, Gabriel changed out of his dirty clothes. He glanced at the woman on the hospital bed and said, “I have something to ask of you.”

Before the two of them could finish their conversation, the door of the ward opened. John walked in quickly. Francesca, who had been guarding the entrance, wanted to stop him, but Alfred blocked her.

John strode to the bed and looked at the woman on the bed who was as pale as a sheet. The pale yellow medicine dripped into the blood vessels on the back of her hand through a transparent tube, fusing with her blood.

He called out to her in a hoarse voice, “Serene…”

Gabriel stood up abruptly. How could John just barge in and call his wife so shamelessly? His feet had damaged nails and were in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and he had to fall back onto the sofa.

Seeing this, Caleb left the ward to find a wheelchair. He wanted to help Gabriel sit in the wheelchair but was pushed away.

Gabriel looked at the man who was gazing affectionately at Serenity. In a voice as cold as ice, Gabriel said, “You’re quite well-informed.”

John stared at Serenity a little longer before glaring at Gabriel. There was a hint of annoyance in his pitch-black eyes as he coldly asked, “Why didn’t you protect properly?”

Gabriel still could not ignore the pain in his legs, preventing him from lashing out at John and keeping him relatively calm instead. His deep and dark eyes were devoid of any emotion as his slightly hoarse voice said, “It was due to my negligence..”