Female Novel
Chapter 707
Juanita sat on the edge of the bed as she struggled to turn Karl's body over.
His body smelt strongly of some wound ointment, and he must have been seriously injured.
When she saw that his abdomen was tightly wrapped in several layers of gauze outside his shirt, her
heart clenched and she could imagine how much pain he had to be bearing in these days.
Having been shot twice, he still refused to rest in bed. His wounds must have been recovering
extremely slowly from the repeated cracking.
She carefully unraveled the gauze for him, taking it off layer after layer. He should have changed it to
disposable medical tape at night when he slept, so as to ensure good ventilation and facilitate wound
recovery.
Her mother had been hospitalized for an operation, and she had been around for a while to take care of
her, so she had some experience in dealing with wounds.
It was so dark in the room that she turned on the European-style table lamp near the head of the bed
and set it to the lowest lightness.
With the dim light, the whole room seemed to be shrouded by a dreamy smoke.
She had tried so hard before she could finally take off all the thickly wrapped gauze, revealing the
shocking wound inside. She hissed in shock. The situation was more serious than she had imagined,
and it was not like what an ordinary bullet could do.
No wonder Franklin said on the phone that he had been hit by a shotgun.
The dark brown wounds were like a black hole. The flesh around the wound had been sewn up, but
with the remaining stitches, it still looked hideous and terrifying.
Some areas were scabbed over, while others were still oozing blood. Fortunately, she was relieved that
the wounds did not crack up.
He should have been to the hospital to clean the wound, but apparently, he had not. He must have
simply done some disinfection and changed the gauze himself.
Some of the wounds had even formed a lump.
She took out iodine volts, carefully disinfected and cleaned his wound, removed all the limps and
scabs, cleaned the blood, sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder, and finally used disposable medical tape
on it.
After treating the wound, it's time to cool him down.
He still felt hot. When she cleaned him up just now, she felt the burning heat from his body.
She first wrapped a towel with ice on his forehead.
Probably due to the sudden coldness, Karl shivered a bit and grunted in his sleep.
Immediately afterwards, Juanita brought a basin of cold water. She soaked the towel and dried it out
again.
She wanted to wipe his body to cool it down, but before that she would have to unbutton his shirt.
She had never been so close to a man, let alone a man she liked.
She reached out and gently undid the buttons on his collar gradually.
Gradually she saw his lean chest, sexy muscles, and perfect lines.
Her delicate face was flushed and she felt feverish all over. He had got quite a body, no wonder he was
a detective. Every curve of his muscle showed the beauty of his strength. He must have exercised a
lot.
She couldn't help but steal a glance at him. He didn't wake up, and at the moment his eyes were tightly
closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. Although his handsome face was pale, his cheeks had
an abnormal flush, his thin lips were slightly pursed, without the usual seriousness. He looked like anovelbin
quiet big boy who extraordinarily gentle.
Juanita swallowed hard and warned herself that she was here to do her job.
Not to enjoy the beauty of the man sleeping.
She shook her head repeatedly to clear her head, and the immediate thing to do was to reduce his
heat.