Female Novel
Chapter 663
When I looked closer, I realized he was stabbed by a stake, and I frowned again. “How did this
happen?”
“I crashed into something during the fight,” he said nonchalantly. “Nothing to be worried about. It
missed the vital organs.”
Barely. God, it’s just a few millimetres from his kidney. He had a lot of wounds, but they were minor, just
like what he said, but the one on his waist ran deep.
I cleaned his wound for him. Since there was no anaesthetic for him, he felt all the pain from the
cleaning up. Lodophor wasn’t as painful as alcohol, but the cotton swab was still going to irritate the
wound.
Even so, all he did was frown. He didn’t even flinch, so I asked, “Does it hurt?”
He smiled at me. “No.”
As if. His wound was finger deep. I knew he must be in pain, since he was just human after all. I
sighed. “You don’t have to lie. The wound’s too big not to hurt. You aren’t Superman, you know.”
The blood was still flowing out, and I crushed some haemostatic drugs before spreading it on hisnovelbin
wound. Even so, the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding. I had to do it a few times before the drugs took
effect.
I heaved a sigh of relief. That was an intense session, and I was even starting to sweat. Luckily, the
wound didn’t seem to cause any more complications. After I bandaged it, I felt something warm on my
forehead, much to my surprise. I looked up and stared into Armond’s eyes. Awkward.
“It shouldn’t be infected as long as you stay clear of water.” I looked away.
He smiled and pulled his hand back from my forehead. “Do you cook?”
“Huh?” I was stupefied, then I nodded when I noticed him smiling at me. “I do. Are you hungry?”
He nodded and arched his eyebrow. “I was in a hurry, so I didn’t have anything to eat. I am starting to
feel hungry now.”
“I’ll make something light for you. Lie down, please.” I helped him to the bed, and I was confused about
why he kept staring at me. “Are you allergic to anything? Is there anything you can’t eat?”
“No.” He was still staring at me, which made it awkward. I tucked him in and went downstairs. There
was a lot of food in the kitchen, but they were mostly bread, jam, and some beef. Western Europe
alright.
I was going to make chicken soup for him, but there wasn’t anything in the fridge for that. There was
only flour there. In the end, I decided to get some wild vegetable outside, but there were a lot of guards
there.
It felt like a prison, but I knew Armond did that for safety reasons. Since it was a remote area, there
was a two kilometre distance between each house, so there was ample space. Wild plants grew
abundant in those places, so there were some good wild veggies.
Grandma used to make chowder for me when I was a kid. She’d boil the water and toss the vegetables
in, then she’d stir it for about ten minutes, and a serving of chowder was done. It was thick and melted
easily. Not great, but a good substitute for chicken soup.
Armond seemed to have fallen asleep when I went back to his room, since his eyes were tightly shut. I
whispered, “Are you asleep, Mr. Murphy?”
He didn’t stir, so I hesitated for a while before setting the chowder down beside him and covered him
with the blanket. Out of a sudden, he held my hand down, much to my surprise, and I noticed him
staring at me.
“Did I wake you?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I wasn’t asleep in the first place.” Then he looked at the bowl. “What
did you make?”
I pulled my hand away and sat beside him with the bowl in hand. “You don’t have much here. All I can
make is some vegetables chowder. See if you can take this.”
He tried to get up, but that jolted his wound, and he gasped. I held him by reflex, but I moved too fast
and fell down on him. “I-I’m sorry. I… I…” Well, that was awkward, but at least I didn’t spill the chowder.
I put the bowl down and helped him up again, but he was staring at me silently. I thought he was angry
about earlier, so I mumbled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was going to help you up, but I lost my
footing.”
He laughed. “I know.”
Then why are you looking at me like that? I helped him up and handed the chowder to him. “Try it.”
He didn’t take it. Instead, he looked at me. “Aren’t I a patient now?”
I nodded. “Yes.” The wound was big enough to warrant him a ward in a hospital.
“If that’s the case, then I think you should feed me, right?”
I was surprised he would say that, and I looked at him sternly. “I thought you’re too uptight to crack
jokes like that.”