"Doctor, please be gentle. Look, Little Tutu is sweating on his forehead. Did you hurt him?"
"Doctor, why aren’t you speaking? How is my Little Tutu? Is the burn on his hand really serious and not recoverable? Don’t scare me. We have money, no matter how much it costs, you must cure his hand."
When Joanna Lawrence entered the doctor’s diagnosis room, she heard Mike’s nonstop chatter.
Probably feeling that Mike was too noisy, the doctor’s assistant couldn’t help but speak up: "Sir, please don’t worry. Dr. Yarrow is treating Mr. Allenson. If you talk by his side, it will affect his judgment."
Even Maddox Allenson found him too noisy, and couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned his head and glanced at him, frowning: "Mike, be quiet. How can the doctor examine me ? I’m in so much pain, and you’re making a fuss. Are you concerned about me, or do you want to torture me on purpose?"
"Alright, we’ll talk later."
"...Okay, doctor, I won’t talk anymore, please check on him quickly." Mike glanced at Maddox’s blood-stained hand and bravely kept his mouth shut.
The doctor bowed his head and continued examining Maddox.
After a while, he finished the examination, removed his gloves and said: "He was treated in time when he arrived at the hospital, so the burn on Mr. Allenson’s hand hasn’t become very serious."
Mike couldn’t help but ask: "You’re saying that the burn on Little Tutu’s hand isn’t serious, does that mean it can be cured?"
The doctor nodded: "It should be curable."
"My God, I’m thankful to the heavens and our ancestors!" Mike clasped his hands together, his eyes filling with tears of joy.
Maddox also breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the doctor’s words.
He didn’t regret taking action to protect Joanna from the sulfuric acid.
If given another chance, he would still act the same way.
But even without regret, having his hand burned would certainly affect him.
He worried about the impact on his career.
He wasn’t someone with an overly strong heart.
In the waiting room outside the diagnosis room, Joanna breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted, making her feel much lighter.
The gloomy emotions in her heart also dissipated.
Fortunately, she received good news.
The situation didn’t develop into the worst-case scenario.
If Maddox’s burn couldn’t be cured, and scars were left on his hand, she would likely be guilty for the rest of her life.
"It’s good news, as long as it can be cured." Gary White looked at Joanna and stepped into the room, "Doctor, treat him well. He is an artist. If his exposed skin is left with a scar, it will affect him."
"You’ll have to take extra care in the meantime."
Looking up to see Gary White, the doctor’s attitude became more respectful, and quickly replied: "Mr. White, please rest assured, we will do our best to heal Mr. Allenson’s burn."
"Mm," Gary White nodded, "I trust you."
Seeing Gary White arrive, Maddox glanced instinctively at the doorway, and when he saw Joanna still standing there, he smiled at her: "Ms. Joanna, you’re here too."