The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin)
Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Rachel frowned slightly and avoided the topic. "Give Julian a call. He should be on duty in the hospital today."

"There are so many doctors there. Why does it have to be him?"

"If you want to get another doctor and queue up with everyone else, I don't mind waiting with you."

Justin pondered for a moment before he said, "Fine. Let's look for Julian."

Rachel thought he merely didn't want to queue up, but she didn't realize that he just wanted Julian to see her caring for him.

In the emergency department of the hospital, Julian had already been waiting after he received the call. "What on earth happened?"

"Someone caused trouble on the construction site and injured him by mistake," Rachel explained as she helped Justin to sit down. "I'll tell you more later. Can you check his wound first?" Justin kept holding onto Rachel without letting go.

Seeing that, Julian frowned and asked, "What? You injured your head, right? Did you injure your hands as well? Can't you let go?"

Justin was obviously doing it on purpose. "If you aren't willing to treat me, you can get another doctor."

"I didn't say that. It's my duty as a doctor." As he spoke, Julian pulled Rachel away and held Justin down. "Don't move. Let me have a look." Though he was indeed wounded, it was only a flesh wound.

"Are you experiencing any nausea?”

"No."

"Then it shouldn't be a big issue. You don't need to take a CT scan. I'll just disinfect and bandage your wound. You'll be fine then."

Hearing that, Rachel finally let out a breath of relief.

Looking at her, Justin said, "I told you I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

Rachel replied, "It's still better to see a doctor."

While the two of them were talking, Julian had already gotten a razor and held Justin's head down. With incredible speed, he shaved his hair around the area of the wound off.

Justin immediately leaped up from the bed and yelled, "What are you doing?" His loud roar echoed in the emergency department, but it was already too late.

With the razor in his hand, Julian replied righteously with a calm expression, "How can I disinfect you and clean up the wound if I don't shave your hair?"

"You're just trying to get back at me!" Justin touched the back of his head, and he could clearly feel that it was bald. His face was livid.

"Justin, you better watch what you're saying. I'm a doctor. How could I get back at you? There's still a part that I haven't shaved off yet. Come here." "Stay back!" Justin retreated backward, resolutely not allowing Julian to approach him as he threatened, "Take that thing in your hand away."

"Rae, look at him..." Julian spread his hands at Rachel, looking helpless.

Rachel immediately chided, "You haven't bandaged your wound yet. Hurry and listen to Julian."

"Why should I listen to him? He's not a barber."

"He's a doctor," Rachel said firmly. "Enough with you. Is your hair more important than your life? What if your wound gets infected?"

Seeing that Rachel was getting angry, Justin suppressed his anger and sat down reluctantly. As he listened to the sound of the shaving razor buzzing behind his head, his cold face turned stiffer by the minute, and he gritted his teeth, yearning to bite Julian's face off.

Once Julian was done shaving Justin's hair, he began to disinfect the wound unceremoniously.

Rachel, who was watching by the side, inhaled a sharp breath. "Doesn't that hurt? Be gentler."

"It doesn't. It's always like this. If you don't believe me, ask Justin." Julian pressed Justin's neck and poured some hydrogen peroxide on the back of his head, asking, "Right, Justin?"

Justin practically gritted the words out. "It doesn't hurt."

What a joke. How could he admit that it hurt in front of his woman?

After the medicine was finally applied, a piece of gauze was applied to the bald spot on the back of his head. While Rachel was out shopping, Justin took the opportunity to rest in Julian's office. "This is just too hideous." Justin frowned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"You're still bothered about that?" Julian mocked while cleaning up the medical equipment. "You used to have such a big scar on your face, but you never cared about it."

At the mention of the scar, Justin's brows furrowed slightly. "By the way, Julian, how in the world did I even get that scar?"

After he woke up from the car accident, he had almost no memory of the scar on his face, and he felt uncomfortable looking at it, so he went to get it surgically repaired.

Julian replied, "I don't know the details, but I think you got the scar when you were abducted and sold by human traffickers when you were a child."

"Human traffickers?"

Justin suddenly felt a pang of pain in his temples as some uncomfortable scenes flashed in his mind, making his head buzz. Julian paused slightly as he packed his things, suddenly realizing that he had said too much.

Justin pressed on, questioning, "What human traffickers?"

"It's nothing."

"Julian!" Justin resisted the pain and grabbed Julian. "Why are you hiding this from me? Explain, what did you mean by human traffickers?"

"If you want to know, you should just ask Old Mr. Burton." Julian packed up his things, obviously unwilling to tell Justin more about the traffickers.

"If Grandpa was willing to tell me, do you think I'd ask you?" Justin blocked his way out.

Julian frowned. "Do you really want to know?"

"Obviously."

"Fine, I'll tell you." Julian crossed his arms and leaned on the office desk, explaining indifferently, "When you

were thirteen years old, you went to the park to play, but you were abducted and sold into the mountains by human traffickers. You were only found half a year later. When you got back, you had an injury on your face. You refused to tell anyone how you got it, and you didn't want to have surgery to repair it either."

"Why?"

"How would I know? Didn't I just tell you? You refused to tell anyone, and nobody knew what happened to you in the mountains. Your entire personality changed after you got back."

Justin's brows furrowed. "I don't remember any of this."

"If you don't, it's fine. It's not important anyway."

"If it wasn't important, why did Grandpa ask all of you to hide this from me?"

"Maybe he just didn't want you to recall those bad memories. He's your grandfather after all. He probably hoped that you could have a better life. This isn't something worth remembering anyway."

Though Julian was very young when Justin was abducted and sold by human traffickers, he clearly remembered that Justin's personality had changed drastically after he came back. He was originally sunny and gentle, but he became speechless and extremely unwilling to get close to others and was full of hostility at a young age. If it hadn't been for the abduction back then, Julian suddenly realized that perhaps Justin would've been like the person he was now.

Though the explanation made sense, Justin still felt doubtful.

"Are you done?" Rachel entered with two bottles of water, which she handed to Justin and Julian each.

Julian nodded and said, "We're done. I'm still on duty at night, so I can't see you two off."

"Go ahead. Take care." Before leaving, Rachel glanced at Julian meaningfully as she closed the door.