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."

much better, as if I have

arm and felt an unprecedented lightness and comfort

"That's good, that’s good."

Antwan's herbal medicine was indeed

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

"What herbs?"

asked in a

Lycium, and such. They are herbs that

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

had some porridge before falling asleep

room and

Is

intuition told her that May

Mr. Stewart's condition has improved a lot. Antwan's blood worked even

resolute. She was fairly excited as

hates Braden to death. How could

us. Perhaps deep down, Antwan still

true. Homophobia often

touched her chin

since they were young. Openly, it seemed like jealousy. Actually, it might have been a deep, intense love. Maybe

was afraid of her suffering from pain, but perhaps he

tsk, the ultimate

of Antwan became much more complex in

this success is groundbreaking. I think... we can attempt to treat Mr. Stewart's eyes

researching and experimenting with her father's formulas to restore Braden's

are the conditions?"

long, this day had finally

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 thought

looked puzzled, "What kind of medical practice is that? Just by hearing the name,

this method. They call it witchcraft. But if you are truly desperate to help Mr. Stewart recover,

you say it requires the cooperation of Antwan and Braden, could it

and she furrowed her brows immediately, lacking the courage to continue

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