When She Unveils Identities

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."

if I have regained some strength. I

an

"That's good, that’s good."

Antwan's herbal medicine was indeed

over to feel Braden's pulse. She was delighted and said, "Mr. Stewart's pulse is steady and strong. His

"What herbs?"

slightly and asked in a

and such. They are

made up a few names of herbs and said to the man, "Take good care

was getting late, and Braden had some porridge

left the medical room and went

deceive me, did you? Is

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

you; Mr. Stewart's condition has improved a

was resolute. She was fairly excited as if a

Antwan's blood. He hates Braden to

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

Homophobia often hides

her chin and

looked up to Braden since they were young. Openly, it seemed like jealousy. Actually, it might have been a deep, intense love. Maybe he loved Braden even more than she did. Being a close relative, his blood naturally worked

suffering from pain, but perhaps he was

the ultimate orthopedics

impression of Antwan became much more

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

had been tirelessly researching and experimenting with her father's formulas

What are the

after waiting for so long,

matter, we need the cooperation of both Mr. Stewart and Antwan. I 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

looked puzzled, "What kind of medical practice is that? Just

is indeed terrifying. Proper medical professionals wouldn't use this method. They call it witchcraft. But if you are truly desperate to help Mr. Stewart recover, you could consider an unconventional

it requires

flashed through Shirley's mind, and she furrowed her brows