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Due to Baron Lawrence’s injuries, Adam Sinclair stayed in Capital City Hospital after returning from Yluria. Under the pretense of an ‘exchange study’, he was actually appointed as Baron Lawrence’s dedicated physician.
Scott Harris took Enna Clark to see Adam Sinclair, with whom he seemed familiar.
Adam Sinclair was just as he always was, making a simple white lab coat look incredibly stylish. When they arrived, he had just taken his index finger off the chin of a pretty nurse. Seeing them, a smile spread across his handsome, cultured face. The dimple on his cheek was sweet. His gentleness and elegance hid the fact that he was a notorious playboy.
“You’re here. Take him to the bed in my office. I’ll take a look at him.”
Scott supported Baron Lawrence, assisting him gingerly into the office.
Baron Lawrence was impatient with the way Scott handled him. Several times he tried to shake off Scott’s arm and walk by himself, but he was kept in check by Enna’s gaze.
In the blink of an eye, Adam had dismissed the nurse and put on sterile gloves. He bent over and lifted Baron Lawrence’s shirt to examine the wound.
“What happened? Didn’t I tell you that the wound has just started to scab, and you need to be careful during this period to prevent the scar from tearing open?”
As he spoke, he shot an unhappy glance at Enna, assuming that it was because of her that the scar had reopened.
Scott explained, “There was a military exercise in the military district today. The Lord had to participate as the commander and even personally led the anti-terrorism exercise.”
Adam Sinclair glared at him, irritated, “I told you not to engage in strenuous exercise. Didn’t I? Well, you didn’t listen. Now the wound has torn open again.”
Scott didn’t dare to say anything.
He didn’t expect Scott to say anything either. He knew what an obstinate person Baron Lawrence was. Scott must have warned him, but he didn’t listen.
Adam began to remove the gauze reluctantly. “It’s one thing to tear open the wound during the military exercise, but judging from the blood stains it seems the tear isn’t new. What have you been doing this whole time? Don’t tell me Lord Lawrence still has the leisure to attend a boring victory feast.” Enna, “….” As it turned out, Baron Lawrence had indeed attended the victory feast.
But she was a bit puzzled by Adam’s attitude. Wasn’t attendance at the victory feast following the military exercise mandatory? Why did he talk as if Baron Lawrence had never attended before?
Just as she was wondering this, she heard the man’s cold voice, “Shut up!” With those two words, Adam Sinclair was rendered silent.
Adam stuck to his task, removing the gauze and inspecting the wound. He couldn’t help but grumble a little more before re-dressing the wound with medicine.
“Alright, it’s done now. I will say this again. You should not engage in strenuous exercise! By ‘strenuous exercise’, I’m also referring to sex!” he paused and looked at Enna Clark before continuing to add.
Enna Clark’s cheeks became slightly hot as she vividly remembered the passionate scene in the car.
Just as Baron Lawrence was about to lose his temper, Adam changed the subject. “Also, don’t let the wound get wet. Definitely, don’t let it get wet. Otherwise, if it gets infected, I’ll have to perform surgery to remove the necrotic tissue. If that happens, you’ll need at least three months to recover before you can engage in any strenuous exercise.”
This threat was very effective and straightforward.
As expected, the man with the grim face visibly relaxed and asked in a deep voice, “What if I don’t get it wet? How long will it take?”
“A month, perhaps.” Adam Sinclair thought for a moment. “Given your exceptional rate of healing, you might even recover in a little over half a month.”
So that meant he couldn’t touch Enna for at least half a month?