Chapter 553 A Man Shouldn't Be Weak

Shirley entered the medical room, supported Braden, who was unconscious, and fed him a bowl of medicine.

"Victory is within reach, you rascal, you must hold on!”

She held the man's hand, her eyes reddened.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark outside.

Shirley sat by the bedside, anxiously waiting for the man to wake up.

"Ms. Wilson, Mr. Stewart's condition is relatively stable. Why don't you go and rest for a while?" a kind nurse advised Shirley.

"It's fine. I can rest here too. If I'm by his side, I'll feel more at ease."

"Take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."

The nurse sighed deeply and left the medical room.

Everyone at the MTW Center knew that Ms. Wilson was deeply in love with Mr. Stewart!

After some time, Shirley dozed off, leaning against the edge of the bed.

Braden woke up and moved his fingers, easily brushing against Shirley's hair.

Her silky hair lingered between his fingers, stirring his heart.

"You're awake?"

Shirley was lightly asleep but immediately sensed something was amiss. She woke up abruptly and looked nervously at Braden, "How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you still feel weak?1'

Braden felt embarrassed as if he had been caught stealing. He quickly withdrew his hand and coldly replied, "Who told you I felt weak? I'm fine."

Seeing that he had the energy to argue, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, 'Right, right, a man shouldn't be weak. It was my choice of words that was wrong."

as if I have regained some strength. I don't feel particularly dizzy

an unprecedented lightness and comfort in

"That's good, that’s good."

Antwan's

feel Braden's pulse. She was delighted and said, "Mr. Stewart's pulse is steady and strong. His condition is even better than before. It

"What herbs?"

frowned slightly and asked in a serious

Lycium, and such. They are herbs

said to the man, "Take good care of yourself. The

late, and Braden had some

medical room and went to

you didn't deceive me, did you? Is Braden really in

would go so smoothly. Her intuition told her that May was lying

improved a lot. Antwan's blood worked even better than I

as if a medical researcher discovered a new

Antwan's blood. He hates Braden to death. How

work wonders, even from those closest to us. Perhaps deep down, Antwan still has a great deal of

true. Homophobia often hides

touched her chin

Openly, it seemed like jealousy. Actually, it might have been a deep, intense love. Maybe he loved Braden even more than she did. Being

from pain, but perhaps he was

the ultimate

of Antwan became much more complex in

can attempt to treat Mr. Stewart's eyes now,"

and experimenting with her father's formulas to restore

are the

after waiting for so long, this

estimate that it will be quite challenging," May said with a worried sigh, "This method is my estranged father's creation, called 'Bloodletting and Bone-smoking' therapy. Since Mr. Stewart didn't reject Antwan's blood, I

looked puzzled, "What kind of medical practice is

medical professionals wouldn't use this method. They call it witchcraft. But if you are truly desperate to help Mr. Stewart

willing. But, when you say it requires the cooperation of

flashed through Shirley's mind, and she furrowed her brows immediately, lacking the courage to continue

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