Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 839 Teaching Her to Treat Wounds

"Alright, dad." Jessie got up with the medical kit and gently tugged on her father's sleeve, "Don't be normal with him." She shook her head at Jessie's father, the meaning in her eyes clear that he was no match for George.

What's more, the family had a hateful grudge against George, and now it was the juncture to get George to let Dad go. If he continued, things would be even harder to end.

Although Jessie's father was reluctant to lose this battle with George, he was even more reluctant to let his daughter down. So in the end, Jessie's father sighed and agreed.

"Dad, let's sit over here and I'll give you the treatment." Jessie pointed to the two chairs not far away.

Jessie's father nodded, "OK, let's go."

They came to the chair.

After sitting down, Jessie began to open the medical kit.

When she saw the contents, she was suddenly flooded with difficulty for a moment, for she did not know how they would work.

In particular, it is completely confusing as to which one to use first and which one to use second.

Jessie's father saw his daughter staring at the contents of the medical kit, more or less understood what was going on, and patted his daughter's shoulder, "It's better to forget about it, Jessie, then look at my hand, it's not even bleeding that much anymore."

With that, he unfolded his hand and showed it to Jessie.

Indeed, as he said, it doesn't bleed much anymore.

But the broken skin was still there, and the blood that had been shed earlier, which had also coagulated into a scab on it, looked terrible.

Jessie shook her head and said, "No, what if the infection gets inflamed?"

The broken skin was quite large.

And the skin on several knuckles all broken.

Therefore, it was not possible to do without bandaging.

Looking at his daughter's determined look, Jessie's father's heart was warm.

Because his daughter cared for him and had a filial heart.

"Tell you what, call the doctor." Jessie's father suggested.

Jessie bit her lower lip, "That's the way it has to be."

After saying that, she put down the medical kit in her hand and stood up, about to go out.

Suddenly, George, who had been looking out of the window, turned his head back at some point and spoke, "Disinfect first, then bandage."

"What?" Hearing his words, Jessie stopped in her tracks.

Thinking she hadn't heard him, George pursed his lips and said it again.

Jessie was still the same, with dull eyes, "You ...... You're teaching me how to treat a wound?"

George's eyes flashed for a moment and he didn't speak anymore.

Jessie's father snorted coldly, "Jessie, what are you talking about? He would teach you? He would hate our family to death, how could he possibly be kind?" Hearing Jessie's father's words, George's brow furrowed.

It turned out that this was how they, the Robinson family, actually viewed him.

Jessie's father didn't know what George was thinking and waved his hand at Jessie, "Jessie, go and call the doctor, don't pay any attention to him."

"Wait a minute, dad." Jessie shook her head and didn't go, but sat down and looked at George, "Mr. Joe, were you really teaching me how to do that? If so, can you please continue?" Having said that, she bowed towards him.

Seeing this, Jessie's father became anxious and pulled her up, "Jessie, what are you doing? Are you begging him?"

"Dad, I ......"

Jessie was about to explain that she was not begging him, but asking him.

George spoke again, "First, use iodine, or medical alcohol, to clean your father's hand."

Hearing this, Jessie's eyes lit up and she smiled at George, "I know, thank you, Mr. Joe."

Having said that, she then went to replace the alcohol and iodine he had said.

Across the street, Jessie's father looked at George in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief. He actually teaching Jessie how to treat his wounds?

"Alcohol ...... Iodine?" Jessie chanted as she searched for it.

But she didn't know iodine, she did know alcohol, but there didn't seem to be any alcohol.

Just as Jessie was about to say that there was no iodine, George, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly sighed, "The bottle on your left hand side is iodine."

"On the left hand side?" Jessie froze, then looked to her left hand side and saw a small glass bottle with a dark brown liquid in it, picked it up and showed it to him, "This?" "Yes." George responded indifferently.

Jessie tilted his head and stared at the iodine for a moment, "Why this colour looks like poison?"

Hearing this, Jessie's father grunted, "Maybe it's poison, he's trying to harm me."

He pointed at George.

For the first time, George felt what it meant to be speechless and frowned lightly, "If I wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have lived at all, and as a doctor, I have more than enough ways to make you disappear without a trace."

"You......" Jessie's father glared in anger.

"Dad." Jessie tugged on her father's sleeve again and shook her head at him, gesturing for him to stop talking.

Although she didn't really like what George said either, she had to admit that what George said was true.

Doctors have access to many drugs as well as chemicals.

So a doctor can indeed do that, make a person disappear without a sound and without anyone being able to replace the truth.

That's why, when she heard him ask her to replace these to sterilize her father's hands, she went for them without the slightest doubt.

Thinking, Jessie looked at her father, "Dad, he's right, if he really wanted to do this to us, we would indeed have been gone a long time ago.

Jessie's father fell silent and didn't speak anymore.

He wasn't really stupid enough not to know this.

He was just so angry because of the bad words of George.

Jessie patted her father's hand and added, "And dad, do you think that the hospital would put poison into the patient's ward? Even if he really lied to us, it's not iodine, and it won't be any harmful medicine, so don't worry."

Jessie's father sighed, "All right, all right."

On the hospital bed, George looked at Jessie with surprise, obviously not expecting that she would actually speak for him.

He originally thought that Jessie, who had forgotten him, would only treat him as a stranger, or an enemy.

But he didn't expect that she would actually speak for him.

George lowered his eyelids, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and said in a clear, cold and muted voice, "Break open the ampoule, dip a cotton swab into the liquid inside and gently wipe around your father's wound, and after that, use the bottle of spray on your right hand side and spray it against the wound."

He sort of understood that she couldn't tell the names of the drugs apart at all.

So he just said which position the drug was in and then told her to do it.

"Wait." Jessie didn't expect that he would suddenly open his mouth and say the following steps, and for a while, she wasn't prepared, so she was a bit frazzled at this moment, breaking the ampoule while going to replace the spray he said.

When George saw that, he suddenly sighed softly, "What's the hurry? One by one, break the ampoule first, I'll talk about the latter later."

Jessie also knew that she had just panicked, embarrassed and anxious, and her voice was small, "Sorry."

George didn't say anything, but just said, "Still not breaking it open? Do you want me to do it?"

"I'll break it, I'll break it." Jessie nodded in a hurry and then went to break the ampoule.

Jessie's father looked at George and grunted in dissatisfaction, "Why are you so aggressive? Jessie is not a doctor, how can she know everything without you reminding her?"