Female Novel
Chapter 918
Chapter 918
"No, I'm fine." Marshall forced a smile and put down the roses. He pressed his fingers against histemples and said, "Maybe it's a side effect of my new medication. Sometimes, I'd feel a little dizzy."
Stella was about to speak when she saw blood on Marshall's temples. She was startled. “Why is thereblood on your face?" She asked.
"Huh?" Marshall was stunned for a moment. He reached out to touch his face, but Stella tugged on hissleeve and said, "Your hand is bleeding."
Marshall looked down and saw that the palm of his right hand was stained red. The several small cutson it were oozing out with blood. There were also blood stains on the roses he had put down on theside. It was clear that he had pricked himself on the rose thorns.
"One, two, three..." Stella squatted next to him, cleaning his wound. While doing so, she counted thepuncture wounds on his hand and finally said in shock, "Six! There are six cuts, and you didn't feel anyof them?!"
Marshall shook his head. "I'm naturally rather insensitive to pain."
Stella closed her mouth cautiously and did not answer. She recalled the time she asked about Marshallabout his pain tolerance during
Cordelia's last birthday party. Marshall had to explain to her that his nerves were damaged and parts ofhis skin that were burned became unresponsive. no.vel.e.book Stella knew better than to ask about itagain.
However, she was still a little confused as to why he did not feel the pain in his palm since it was hisarm that was burned.
If Keegan was the one who said that he was insensitive to pain, Stella would have thought that he wasfaking it and touched his wound until he broke character. However, Keegan was not one to say suchthings. Instead, he would act like it was the end of the world. When ignored, he would feel aggrievedand sulk; when given attention, he would act like a baby and complain about how the band aid was notproperly placed. Stella thought about it and her eyes softened.
Marshall's wounds were not deep but the blood kept flowing out of his hand. When Stella cleaned offthe blood with a cotton swab, more blood came out. Stella found it a little odd and casually said, " Yourblood doesn't seem like it wants to stop. It's like you're hemophilic or something.”
Marshall paused and said slowly, "Is it that obvious? I only have mild symptoms."
Stella was quiet. 'Why did I say that?"novelbin
“I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make fun of the disease."
Marshall smiled and said, “It's okay. I'm not that fragile. I have a very mild case of hemophilia." He tookout a tiny bottle of medication from his pocket and handed it to Stella. "Open that for me and sprinklesome of it in my hand."
Stella hurriedly took the bottle, unscrew the cap, and sprinkled some of the dry powder on Marshall'spalm. no.vel.e.book Marshall took a cotton ball and pressed the substance on the wound. The bleedingstopped in about half a minute.
Stella was a little surprised. "Your wound healed with one dash of that powder! It's magic!"
Marshall laughed at that and said, "It's actually prothrombin."
‘First, he was burned. Then, he has migraines. And now, he's hemophilic. Damn. Marshall is strong andhandsome, yet miserable. I would definitely be complaining about how unfair this is if it were me.'
However, Marshall was not only a talented man; he was also someone with a good temper. Peoplecould not help but admire him for it.
"By the way, you mentioned that you had something to tell me?"
Hearing that, Marshall paused for a moment before he said, "Oh, it's about the house. I askedsomeone to go over last night and investigate. There are people living in that house. According to theneighbors, the family has been in that house for many years. thuy The head of the household is calledAlex Jewell. Do you know him?"