NovelEnglishLydia could tell that Dr. Funke was letting personal grievances interfere with his professional duties, but she dared not voice it aloud. Hearing Rosalind's blunt critique, Lydia couldn't help but admire her. Ms. Whitman sure didn't mince her words, speaking her mind without reservation.
Thalassa clenched her fists, furious yet powerless to speak. She couldn't bear to see Lysander in pain, but Dr. Funke had indeed given him the treatment. If she spoke out and Dr. Funke decided to retaliate by refusing to treat Lysander or preventing Lydia from administering the treatment, what then? So, even though her heart ached for Lysander, she prioritized the bigger picture.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you think my medical skills are lacking, feel free to have your security escortout. Otherwise, quit questioning my technique!" Dr. Funke retorted with a scornful smile to Rosalind.
"I..." "Rosalind, it's getting late. You should visit your father in the hospital!" Lysander interjected, effectively telling Rosalind to leave. His tone left no room for argument.
Rosalind understood Lysander was subtly pushing her away, thinking she was causing a scene. Her mood, just beginning to recover, plummeted once again. She took a few deep breaths to calm her frustration before turning to leave.
David, ever observant, noticed Lysander's displeasure and realized his presence was only exacerbating Dr. Funke's irritation, especially since Dr. Funke's remark was a dig at him. He had thought Lysander would be furious at being treated like a guinea pig, but to his surprise, Lysander calmly accepted their care. Clearly, he had misjudged the situation.
With respect, he said, "Mr. Sinclair, Dr. Funke, Ms. Everhart, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." "Go ahead," Lysander allowed.
With Lysander's permission, David bowed his head and exited Royal Estates.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmG NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON After the brief commotion, Lydia, now more focused under Dr. Funke's supervision, meticulously administered another treatment to Lysander, following the technique Dr. Funke had just shown her. Before Dr. Funke's arrival, Lydia had always felt a bit nervous about treating Lysander. But now, with Dr. Funke teaching her firsthand, her confidence grew. This time, her technique was precise, without a single mistake. Yet, when she administered the last treatment, Lysander still grimaced in pain, his leg trembling slightly. What went wrong? She was sure she had done everything right, gently even. Why did it still hurt Lysander? Lydia looked puzzledly at Dr. Funke. Dr. Funke, however, praised her, "This time, you did it perfectly. Well done."
Then it dawned on Lydia. The pain wasn't due to any mistake on her part but was inherent to the area being targeted in other words, Dr. Funke had been administering proper care to Lysander all along, without any malice. Lydia smiled in relief, "It's all thanks to your teaching, master."
Thalassa, who had been anxiously listening to Lysander's pained cries, finally approached him as the om session ended, bending over with concern, "Lysander, how are you feeling now?"
Seeing the sweat beading on his forehead, Thalassa's heart ached with him. Lysander was known for his high tolerance to pain. If it was so bad that he couldn't help but vocalize it, it must have been excruciating. With heavy breaths and weary eyes, Lysander managed to say, "I won't die." Search the (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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