My dear lawyer
Chapter157 Why is it so cold?

Vivian was like a chick just hatched sticking to William on their way to hospital.

The doctor was still that doctor. After carefully removing the bandage, he saw that the stitched wound was half split. He couldn't help but look at William reproachfully. "How come the wound is split again, don't you pay attention to it?" How did he act as a boyfriend? He was too irresponsible. He let his girlfriend get hurt again and again.

Vivian glanced at William, who was expressionless, with some embarrassment. She quickly explained to the doctor, "I accidentally hurt the wound, it is none of his business, and he is not my boyfriend."

To be exact, he could also be called 'a creditor' or 'a friend with benefits'?

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "Now the young people just don't cherish themselves. A handsome face is useless."

He was saying that Vivian had a bad taste, and the man had nothing except for his handsome face. It was better to replace someone who was honest and kind to herself.

Although the man did not argue, his eyes became gloomy.

A cold wind was blowing in the clinic.

Suddenly, the doctor felt a sense of inexplicable coldness and asked his assistant, "Jane, is your air conditioning temperature set too low?"

Jane's frightened eyes had been glancing at William. Doctor, you are dazed. Can't you see the birthplace of the cold? She was almost scared to death by that man.

"Dr., the indoor temperature is 27 degrees now."

"Why is 27 degrees Celsius so cold? It's so strange." The doctor took a look at the temperature on the air conditioner and murmured to himself. Instead of asking more questions, he turned to Vivian and said, "Now that the wound is cracked and it need to be sewed again. Tonight, you will be in hospital for observation."

"Well, I'll check in later." Vivian could feel the surging coldness with her back to William. She urgently hoped that the doctor could deal with it quickly and let her go.

The doctor might be old, and it was hard to avoid nagging when he saw such unfair things, "What? Are you plan to go through the hospitalization procedures by yourself? Even if he is not your boyfriend, and he should do so as a friend."

Vivian didn't need to look back at the man behind him. She's worried about whether he would get angry.

William said coldly in a low voice, "I have gone through the formalities of hospitalization."

Hearing that William had gone through the hospitalization formalities, Vivian was puzzled. How could she not know?

The doctor didn't expect that he would answer like that. Originally, he wanted to educate the man as an elder. It was as if he had a stomach that was full of words in his heart and planned to talk freely. The man told him the task was completed directly, so that all his words were held back and he was in a panic.

He turned to his assistant with unhappy eyes, "Jane, is that so?"

"Yes, yes, Doctor. When this gentleman came earlier, he asked the nurse to go through the hospitalization formalities." Jane said truthfully that he knew doctor was not a bad person.

The doctor had to give up, he coughed and said, "Well, since that's the case, let's sew your wound first."

Vivian was a little surprised at William's rare patience. Generally, he would have left. Is it because she was injured?

Then she didn't have time to think about it at all. She had to sew up the wound again. Because William was still there, so she endured it again.

She didn't know when the man behind her stooped down and held her hand secretly under the chair in the palm of her hand. Because her hand tightened too hard, her fingernails directly inserted into the palm of the man's hand.

She clearly felt the rough texture of his hands, her fingernails deeply immersed in it, and the warm liquid came out through the gap.

That was his blood.

Vivian wanted to take back her hand as if she was frightened, but the man who held her hand was macho and grabbed her. His voice was calm and he said, "Don't move."

Vivian was stunned for a few seconds. Her uneasy mood was miraculously calmed down by him, and her fingers loosened.

She said with some guilt, "I'm sorry."

The man next to her didn't answer.

The doctor didn't know why the woman who was still suffering a second ago kept her head down with crimson face, and his eyes looked at their two hands, which made the sewing faster. Beauty helps.

Because the wound was only half cracked, Vivian was thinking about William's hand again, instead, he transferred some pain.

The doctor sewed the needle quickly. "I won't repeat anything else. If it cracks again, you're going to have a plaster."

"I see. Thank you, doc." Vivian was a little embarrassed. She knew what the doctor said was good for her.

The doctor was a little bit shy, and he hurriedly waved his hand to pretend impatiently, "Jane, take them to the ward quickly, and don't hinder my next patient."

"Vivian, this way, please." Jane had taken the case form of Vivian to the door.

Vivian was about to get up, and after sitting for a long time, her legs were numb, she went back again. When she felt embarrassed, she was suddenly held in his arms and he walked out.

She could only paste her own face into the man's chest. She secretly congratulated that it was evening now, there were not so many people in the hospital.

William arranged a VIP ward for her with complete facilities, wardrobe, sofa, TV, and a small refrigerator and also a separate bathroom.

It was convenient and simple.

Vivian was lying on the bed, looking at the man beside her. She could not help looking down. She could see the blood clotted on the palm of his hand. She said in a strange way, "William, do you want to treat the wound?" William said casually, "Do you mean I need to get a rabies vaccine?"

If so, he did not recommend a vaccine.

At first, Vivian didn't understand what William said. After a few seconds, she asked angrily, "Who are you talking about as a dog?"

Rabies vaccine didn't mean she was a dog!!

"If you're not, lie down."

In the past, he suffered more serious injuries. Sometimes he didn't have time to treat them. He didn't care about the inflammation and pus of the wounds. Now his hand was just hurt a little. He was not so vulnerable. Vivian didn't want to talk with him. But she still asked, "Do you know the intention of Six-ears?"

William glanced at her coldly. "You want to know?"

Vivian was nodding like a chick, "Yes."

"Well, I won't tell you."0000