Female Novel
Chapter 482
Jean was surprised that Neera would ask that.
He was quite pleased to see the concern in her eyes.
He looked her in the eye and said gently, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
That did not stop Neera from worrying. She inspected Jean carefully from head to toe.
After spending some time to make sure he was totally fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, I'm glad you'refine. You wouldn't want to get hurt in this state."
Ian was conscious even though he was very weak. He nearly burst into tears when he saw the scene.
Can you two stop being lovey-dovey? I'm right here! Single people need care and concern too!
"Excuse me, Dr. Garcia. I'm the one who's injured. Can you tend to me?" Ian said pitifully. "Look at the state ofmy arm. It's rotting, isn't it? I hope I don't have to amputate it!"
Neera turned her head and looked at Ian as though he were an idiot. "What nonsense is that?"
"But that's how it usually goes in TV dramas," Ian said fearfully.
"You'll be fine, but you might want to cut down on your TV drama consumption. They're not good for yourbrain."
"…" I'm not looking for life advice now! Aren't you being too friendly as a doctor?
Neera tried to laugh when she saw Ian glaring at her resentfully. "If you're still lucid, it means that the poison isn'tvery strong. Otherwise, it'll be more serious than amputating your arm. You'll be dead by now!"
She rolled her eyes at him and asked, "How do you feel now?"
"It hurts and itches. It feels like a thousand ants are biting my arm," Ian replied.
"Ah, so it's not a big problem," Neera said, relieved.
She retrieved a bottle of antiseptic from her medical kit and cleaned Ian's wound, then injected him with asolution. novelbin
"I have some leftover antidote from my research. It's not as potent as the one that I gave to Mrs. Beauvort, but itcan neutralize simple poisons. We'll see if this works."
Ian was crying tears of gratitude. He grabbed the hem of Neera's shirt and said, "My arm is in your care, Dr.Garcia! You're my savior if you can heal my arm…"
Before he could finish, he could sense Jean glaring at him.
He turned his head and saw Jean staring unblinkingly at his hand that was on Neera's shirt. Jean's gaze was sointense that it seemed to burn a hole in his hand.
Ian felt a chill course down his spine, and he jerked his hand away.
Storm shot a withering glance at Ian. Even if Ian's arm is healed, I guess Sire would want to chop it off and feed itto the dogs!
Neera was not paying attention to the drama. She reached into her medical kit and tossed a pill to Ian.
"If the wound starts to hurt, this is the painkiller. I'm done here. You should go and rest."
"Thank you, Dr. Garcia," Ian said and tossed the pill into his mouth. He stood up and headed straight into hisroom.
Neera stayed back for a while in case Ian needed further medical attention. Jean brought a teapot, sat down nextto Neera, and poured her a cup of tea.
Neera took a sip and asked, "Will those people from yesterday find trouble with you again? If the Crimea familydares to attack you, what about me?"
She was worried that Sonny might seek revenge, not so much about herself but her three children.
Jean knew what she was thinking. He said, "Since last night, I've already ordered several bodyguards to protectyou and the triplets in secret. No harm should come to you."
Neera was surprised. She did not expect Jean to be so considerate.
"Thank you," she said.
Jean smiled and rapped Neera's forehead with a knuckle. "How many more times are you going to say 'Thankyou'?"
Neera mumbled, "Ow! Why would anyone complain about being thanked too much?"
"I would," Jean said.
Neera pouted. "Fine. I won't say that again."
Jean was satisfied. "That better be the case."