“Dad, I—”

Joyce was about to explain she wasn't begging Stanley but was asking him for a favor when Stanley spoke again. “Use aqueous iodine or alcohol to clean your father's hand first.”

Her eyes shone when she heard that. Then she beamed at Stanley. “I got it. Thank you, Mr. Quinn.”

After expressing her gratitude, she recollected herself and searched for the alcohol and aqueous iodine mentioned by Stanley.

Jonathan stared at Stanley in astonishment and perplexity. “You...” Is this brat really guiding Joyce on how to handle my wound? Are the pigs flying now?

“Alcohol... Aqueous iodine?” Joyce muttered while looking for the items.

Although she didn't know what aqueous iodine was, she was familiar with alcohol. However, she wondered if there was alcohol in the first-aid kit.

When she was about to announce the unavailability of aqueous iodine, Stanley, sitting on the hospital bed, sighed. “Aqueous iodine is the bottle on your left.”

“On my left?” Joyce was momentarily dazed. She looked to the left and noticed a small glass bottle containing some dark brown liquid. She picked up the bottle and showed it to him. “This?”

“Yes,” he replied impassively.

Joyce tilted her head and examined the bottle of aqueous iodine. “Why does the color of this liquid resemble a poison?”

Jonathan snorted after hearing that. “Perhaps this is poison. He's trying to harm me.”

He pointed at Stanley.

For the first time in his life, Stanley realized what it felt like to be rendered speechless. He slightly furrowed his brows and said, “You wouldn't survive until now if I meant to harm you. As a doctor, I'm knowledgeable in various ways to make you vanish without a trace.”

He pointed at Stanley.

For the first time in his life, Stanley realized what it felt like to be rendered speechless. He slightly furrowed his brows and said, “You wouldn't survive until now if I meant to harm you. As a doctor, I'm knowledgeable in various ways to make you vanish without a trace.”

“You...” Jonathan panted in anger while glowering at Stanley.

“Dad.” Joyce tugged at her father's sleeve again while shaking her head, hinting at him not to speak further.

Despite not liking Stanley's manner of speech, she had to admit he was right.

Doctors had access to a lot of medications and chemicals.

They were indeed capable of causing someone to disappear without a trace.

That was also why she didn't doubt him and followed his instructions when he told her to look for the solutions to disinfect her father's hand.

She looked at Jonathan. “Dad, he has a point. We would've been long gone if he wished to target us.”

Jonathan fell silent.

He wasn't a fool, so he must've known that too.
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