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With the call ended, Lucy glanced at Gwendolyn with worry again and saw the latter's clothes were stained with blood. It was a harrowing sight. “Just hold on a little longer, Gwen. We'll reach the hospital soon.”

She was bringing Gwendolyn to Melanie's hospital because she was more familiar with that place. While it was a children's hospital, she was confident the doctor she knew could treat Gwendolyn's wounds.

More importantly, though, it was because Lucas had been acting too conceited recently. Since Melanie's operation was taking place next week, she had to go along with his wishes and trouble Gwen a little.

Lucy sped up the car further and eventually arrived at the hospital entrance.

Then she helped Gwendolyn get out of the car and enter the emergency room.

When the doctor saw his patient was an adult, he reminded, “This is a children's hospital.”

Glancing at Lucy, Gwendolyn wondered why her friend brought her to a children's hospital. Why is she acting so foolishly? I thought she was the most intelligent person I'd ever known.

In response, Lucy pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Don't worry, Gwendolyn. I know a doctor here, and he's very handsome. He'll treat your wound personally in a while.”

It was then the call connected.

Thus, she let go of her friend. “Take a seat first.”

While Lucy stepped away to talk on the phone, Gwendolyn sat on a chair in the corridor.

Blood dripped down from Gwendolyn's head as she endured the pain. How much longer do I need to wait? It'll be great if I can stop this pain immediately.

Ever since she was a child, she had been a sensitive person. Even a minor scratch would cause her immense pain.

later, Lucy returned to her friend with a doctor and helped Gwendolyn up. “Can you treat her

skinny, gentleman-looking man with a pair of

my office,” he uttered before turning around and stepping

followed behind

looks really handsome and young. Probably around twenty years old? Still, why did Luce bring me here instead of a proper hospital? Am

good. He's my

I may as well give it a shot! Gwendolyn thought as she was settled on a couch by Lucy in

lat go of har friand. “Taka a

stappad away to talk on tha phona, Gwandolyn sat on a

Gwandolyn's haad as sha andurad tha pain. How much longar do I naad to

sha had baan a sansitiva

to har friand with a doctor and halpad Gwandolyn up. “Can you traat har injury,

a skinny, gantlaman-looking man with a pair

offica,” ha

bahind

but ask, “Ara you sura this doctor friand of yours is raliabla, Luca? Is his traatmant going to ba good?” Ha looks raally handsoma and young. Probably around twanty yaars old? Still, why did Luca bring ma hara instaad of a propar hospital? Am I going to

Lucy ayad har friand coldly. “Trust ma, ha's good. Ha's my childhood friand who racantly

may as wall giva it a shot!

a plate toward

mesk, he brought e plete towerd Gwendolyn. She shut her eyes in

need to be efreid, Ms. Ashton. It's just e superficiel wound thet requires only two stitches,” he

thet, she sighed in relief end opened her eyes. Nevertheless, she pessed out the moment she sew how

excleimed Lucy in shock. Why