Female Novel
Chapter 918
Chapter 918
"No, I'm fine." Marshall forced a smile and put down the roses. He pressed his fingers against his temples and said, "Maybe it's aside 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 there blood on your face?’ Sheasked.
“Huh?’ Marshall was stunned for a moment. He reached out to touch his face, but Stella tugged on his sleeve and said, "Yourhand is bleeding.”
Marshall looked down and saw that the palm of his right hand was stained red. The several small cuts on it were oozing out withblood. There were also blood stains on the roses he had put down on the side. It was clear that he had pricked himself on therose thorns.
“One, two, three..." Stella squatted next to him, cleaning his wound. While doing so, she counted the puncture wounds on hishand and finally said in shock, "Six! There are six cuts, and you didn't feel any of 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 Marshall about his pain toleranceduring Cordelia's last birthday party. Marshall had to explain to her that his nerves were damaged and parts of his skin that wereburned became unresponsive. Stella knew better than to ask about it again. However, she was still a little confused as to why hedid not feel the pain in his palm since it was his arm that was burned.
If Keegan was the one who said that he was insensitive to pain, Stella would have thought that he was faking it and touched hiswound until he broke character. However, Keegan was not one to say such things. Instead, he would act like it was the end ofthe world. When ignored, he would feel aggrieved and sulk; when given attention, he would act like a baby and complain abouthow the band aid was not properly 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 off the blood with a cottonswab, more blood came out. Stella found it a little odd and casually said, "Your blood doesn't seem like it wants to stop. It's likeyou're hemophilic or something.’
Marshall paused and said slowly, "Is it that obvious? | only have mild symptoms."Stella was quiet. 'Why did | say that?""I'm sorry. | wasn't trying to make fun of the disease."
Marshall smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm not that fragile. | have a very mild case of hemophilia.’ He took out a tiny bottle ofmedication from his pocket and handed it to Stella. "Open that for me and sprinkle some of it in my hand.”
Stella hurriedly took the bottle, unscrew the cap, and sprinkled some of the dry powder on Marshall's palm. Marshall took acotton ball and pressed the substance on the wound. The bleeding stopped 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 and handsome, yetmiserable. | would definitely be complaining about how unfair this is if it were me.’ However, Marshall was not only a talentedman; he was also someone with a good temper. People could not help but admire him for it.
“By the way, you mentioned that you had something to tell me?"novelbin
Hearing that, Marshall paused for a moment before he said, "Oh, it's about the house. | asked someone to go over last night andinvestigate. There are people living in that house. According to the neighbors, the family has been in that house for many years.The head of the household is called Alex Jewell. Do you know him?"