My Disabled CEO Stood up And Kissed Me (Natalie)

Chapter 106 Mrs. Ramsey, Are You a Surgeon?

Chapter 106 Mrs. Ramsey, Are You a Surgeon?

Nigel quickly recovered from his shock, stepped back, and closed the door. He turned around and said

to the doctor and his assistant, "Wait a minute!"

Always keeping calm was the basic quality of a president's assistant.

Nigel knocked cautiously on the door and asked, "Boss, the doctor is here. Can we come in?" He

hoped Kendrick didn't see his reckless behavior just now, for fear that he would "lose" his eyes.

Natalie cut the suture and heaved a sigh of relief. She forgot that she was still lying between the

Kendrick's legs.

She wanted to get up when Kendrick grabbed her. Natalie thought he was still in pain, so she raised

her face and said, "Your wound has been stitched up. I'll let the doctor in."

She straightened up and accidentally let her eyes fall on somewhere in his body. She turned her face

away, feeling her cheeks burning.

Nigel knocked on the door again, thinking anxiously, "Come on! It's not the time yet. He's dying."

Natalie opened the door and went out with a sweaty face. She said in a hoarse voice, "Go in and treat

his shoulder. Give him an injection of immunoglobulin."

The doctor hurriedly bypassed Nigel. Nigel wanted to go in, but Natalie grabbed him by the collar.

"What are you going in for?" Natalie frowned and said coldly, "Except to cause infection."

She let go of him and said, narrowing her eyes, "Go downstairs with me. I have something to ask you

about."

Being stared at, Nigel stood perfectly still, thinking, "Where did Brock go? Why hasn't he come back?"

"Why is he injured? How did he get injured? Did you catch the attacker? Who is behind the attack?"

Natalie asked while wiping the blood off her hands with a wet towel.

A series of questions made Nigel freeze. Anyway, he had been trained, answering, "The attacker has

been caught, but we haven't known who is behind this."

"You didn't answer my first two questions!"

"One of the murderers is a poor student who was sponsored by Kendrick. He said he wanted to

express his gratitude and got a chance to approach Kendrick. Unexpectedly..." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Natalie frowned. "Is he underage?"

"Yes, both of them are 16-year-old high school boys. The sulfuric acid was also taken from the school's

chemistry laboratory!"

People tended to be off guard when it came to minors.

Natalie frowned. "Does Kendrick refuse to go to the hospital?"

Lin nodded. "If he is photographed, it will cause volatility of the stock price of Ramsey Group.

Moreover, there would be rumors."

It was the critical moment of struggling for power. Kendrick didn't want to raise new issues.

Natalie pursed her lips. Seeing the complicated look on her face, Nigel didn't dare to say more.

Natalie threw the towel into the trash can and said, "Nigel, you may go back!"

"I want to stay. If..."

"The wound has been treated. He's fine. Do you have anything to report to him?" Natalie said.

"No."

"Then go back. I will contact you if we need your help." Natalie signaled him to leave.

"Okay!"

Not long after Nigel left, Brock had his wound stitched and returned.

"Is...he okay?"

"The doctor is treating him. The wound is not very deep. He's safe," Natalie said.

It was not so deep as Brock's wound.

Brock had raised his arm to prevent Kendrick from being knocked by a fatal blow in the neck.

Natalie brought him the special ointment from her room and said, "Apply the ointment after you get

home. It can help your wound to heal."

The ointment had been given to her by Kendrick. Brock didn't take it, knowing the ointment was a

special drug that had not been listed. The price of it was tens of thousands of dollars. In addition, it was

prohibited in the country, and almost no one has access to buy it.

"I can't take this."

"I still have a new one," Natalie comforted.

"You're badly injured because of him. You shall take good care of yourself, or he'll feel guilty."

Her explanation was fair. Brock accepted it and thanked her.

The doctor came downstairs and said that the wound had been treated properly and immunoglobulin

had been injected. He then gave some precautions.

Natalie asked the doctor for some anti-inflammatory drugs. The doctor asked curiously, "Mrs. Ramsey,

are you also a surgeon?"

He was surprised that the cut was stitched so perfectly that it would not leave any scar.

Natalie took the anti-inflammatory drugs and said with a smile. "I just happened to have learned wound

treatment."

Natalie turned around and went upstairs, saying to Block, "Brock, could you please call a taxi for the

doctor?"

...

Kendrick leaned against the pillow in a daze.

He was a tidy person.

Now that his clothes and the sheets were stained with blood, he couldn't sleep at all.

Natalie couldn't do it alone, so she called Baron back to help.

She carried a basin of hot water, soaked a towel in it, and silently wiped the blood off his face.

Kendrick's eyelids were quite heavy, his lips were colorless, and he had no strength to speak.

When his face felt the warmth from the towel, he struggled to open his eyes and saw Natalie's tight lips

and her furrowed eyebrows.

Kendrick started to think, "Her eyebrows are usually in a beautiful curve.

Now her drooping eyebrows make her look serious and cold."

Feeling Kendrick's gaze, Natalie remained still expressionless.

It was because the facial muscles became stiff after mental tension, making it difficult to make any

expressions.

Moreover, how could she laugh at his situation?

She cleaned Kendrick's face, keeping a cold face, which made him uneasy. Then he furrowed his

brows and gasped.

"Is your wound hurting?" Natalie finally spoke.

"Hmm." Kendrick nodded.

"Bear with it." Natalie said helplessly, "Let's see until tonight, and you don't take painkillers."

She pulled her face to relax the tense muscles, then looked at him again and said, "When you get

injured next time, go to the hospital right away."

"It's not a serious injury." Kendrick's voice was hoarse.

"Don't have luck." Natalie warned, "What if the doctor didn't come in time and the wound was infected?

Is the stock price of Ramsey Group more important than your life?"

Kendrick finally knew why she got angry!

"This is not a small matter! "She emphasized.

Kendrick didn't speak.

Just now he heard her scolding Nigel fiercely.

And her face looked unhappy since she came in.

Kendrick dared not refute her now.

"It didn't hurt your bones, and I can still help you stitch the cut." She wrung the towel dry again, put his

hand in her palm, and cleaned the stains between his fingers." But I can't treat all kinds of wounds."

Kendrick pursed his lips.

Natalie stared at him, thinking, "He has many questions about me.

Just raise them. Is that so strange that I can sew up a wound?"

She waited but didn't hear Kendrick speak. Then she said, "Do you have anything to say?"