Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 130

Hackett did not go to the dermatology department directly. Instead, he returned to the inpatient department on the 13th floor. At this moment, he wanted to talk with Trevon.

He had to find someone to share the grievances he had suffered.

He covered his face with one hand. He had always paid attention to his image so he could not show his embarrassed side before nurses.

He quickly pushed open the door of Ward 1314 and entered. Trevon was having breakfast and in a good mood, which was a vivid contrast to Hackett, who came in with a face full of injuries.

The man on the bed was dressed appropriately. His hair was combed meticulously. He looked very handsome even in his hospital gown, exuding a noble aura.

On the other hand. Hackett’s hair was a little messy. His clothes were covered in flower petals, and his face was covered in injuries. He looked rather pitiful

The contrast was too conspicuous.

Hackett was even more furious. He heavily sat down on the sofa with a gloomy expression and felt suffocated. Mr. Wilson was very carefree.

He rolled his eyes at the man on the bed. “Mr. Wilson, reimburse me for my injuries. Look, I was disfigured when fishing for information as you instructed. After saying that, he pointed at his injured face with an aggrieved expression.

Trevon stopped what he was doing and looked up. He glanced at Hackett and asked with a frown. “Were you stung at the bee farm early in the morning?”

Hearing this. Hackett became even angrier. He got up and walked to Trevon’s side to let him see if he was stung by a bee. “Look, you think I was stung by a bee? No, worse! I was beaten up by a woman.”

Trevon looked at it carefully for a while. He wondered who hit him so hard and felt a little curious. In a particularly good mood today, the man started to gossip.

He did not sympathize with Hackett and said calmly. “Do you want breakfast? Here you are.”

Hackett glared at him. “I was undertaking the mission you gave in the morning while you were enjoying breakfast leisurely in the ward. You don’t deserve my efforts!”

Trevon said with a faint smile. “It’s for payment. I only asked you to investigate her situation and didn’t ask you to sacrifice yourself. So you were beaten up by Miss Landor? He had heard Hackett say a few times that Miss Landor was a tiger, but he didn’t expect her to be so ruthless. She hit people in their faces. This was how much she hated Hackett, or his face wouldn’t get ruined like that.

Trevon, who was not involved in this fight, said in gloat, “How did you offend her? She specifically targeted your face.”

Hackett crouched on the sofa and did not go to eat breakfast. He had been full of anger, and his mouth felt too painful to take in anything else. “How the fuck would I know? She beat me up as soon as she came up. Fortunately, I don’t hit women. Otherwise, I would have pressed her to the ground and rubbed her to the dust. I have to find Mrs. Wilson to deal with my face”

Trevon narrowed his eyes, his hand trembling with a hotdog almost falling. He said coldly. “Find a nurse to deal with it” Hackett didn’t take it seriously. He just wanted to look for “Mrs. Wilson’ for help. Anything wrong?

to remove the thorns on

as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. It was Frank Wearing a black leather jacket, black jeam, and a gray sweater, he walked in with a toothpick in his mouth. As soon as his slender legs stepped into the ward, he noticed

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“Are you guys insisting on the bee farm’ Are you all blind? Is this

out a hand to turn his

now?”

laughing. He was so happy this morning.

to Frank.

his legs on the tea table. “Didn’t

suspended. Frank had too much work to do Club was closed during the day. After the Robert Group followed on the

tedious

Hackett’s face “Jim, do me a favor and call the

nv moodTM

Hackett. “No, my injury has to be treated by Mrs. Wilson. I want to tell her the origin of

on the toothpick and said casually. “So it’s the masterpiece

gloating expression. “Shut

gaze. He sat up straight and walked out of the door. He leaned one hand on the nurse’s desk and said. “Please give me some medicine and tools. Somebody gets wounds. 1314 needs them” Frank knew that under normal circumstances, they would not give them anything. They would probably reply that “Wait a minute. We’re coming” However, it was much simpler to get these things in the name of

get some iodophor and alcohol. She did not forget to share it with her colleagues “That man is so handsome. Ahhh, he looks so polite. This

and persuaded her. “There is no ordinary

lips. “How would I know if I don’t try?”

gathering together and whispering to each other,

was holding her helmet with one hand. Frank leaned lazily against the desk. He glanced at the helmet in Natalie’s hand

her helmet and said politely, “Thank you. It’s

about Frank. The first impression he gave people was that he didn’t talk much and was as cold as Trevon. She found nothing to talk about, simply saying a few words

was a little nervous and mustered up the courage to hand them to him.

his face. He

her shock and went straight back to the ward.

you out of

gay? Why he had such a special sexual orientation? Could it be an excuse to lie to her? “He said that he likes men. Do you

is impossible. Besides, rich people can have some special habits. Look at the patient

doubtfully, “But I

tweezers to remove the thorns from his face and placed them on the iron plate. Then, he disinfected the cuts. Hackett grimaced in pain when Frank was rubbing

His eyes narrowed into slits as he turned to Frank