Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 199

The temperature difference between day and night was significant during fall.

Harold dashed out of the hospital to buy a blanket and rushed back to cover Wrenna with it.

The distress on Wrenna's face eased a lot the moment she was tucked up.

Once Harold was done covering Wrenna with the blanket, he slumped into the chair near the wall and fell into his slumber.

Being a light sleeper, Wrenna woke up early in the next morning. Looking at the blanket on her body, she was surprised, for she didn't recall bringing a blanket to the hospital.

As she scanned the surroundings, her gaze eventually landed on Harold. At that moment, she caught on to what had happened.

A nice, warm feeling rose within her heart. Ever since the unpleasant incident six years ago, Wrenna had nothing but disgust toward men. To her surprise, that feeling of hers was beginning to dissipate little by little right at that juncture.

She lifted the blanket and covered it on Harold's body instead. Then, she went back home to wash up and headed to work.

Of course, with Harold's capability, he would know that Wrenna was the one who had covered him with the blanket.

As soon as Wrenna left, Harold got up and departed from the hospital as well, fearing that he might not be able to leave when Charlotte woke up.

After breakfast, he made his way to the pharmacy. Following Samuel's advice, he bought some medicine and a set of silver needles. He also requested the pharmacist to prepare the medicine in advance.

It was already past nine in the morning when he finished all this.

In a flash, Harold bolted back to the hospital, for he was afraid that Charlotte would cry a river if she didn't see him when she opened her eyes.

As expected, before even reaching the ward, Harold could already hear Charlotte's sobbing coming from the ward by the corridor.

Besides, he could also hear the voice of the nurse practitioner comforting the little girl.

“Char, what's the matter? Who made you cry?” Harold hurried over to the bedside.

Upon seeing Harold return, Charlotte quickly pounced into his embrace. “Daddy, I thought you were gone again... I was so scared...” said the little girl intermittently.

She then cried her lungs out all of a sudden.

Harold was fumbling frantically, for he had never looked after a child before.

The nurse practitioner helped to console the little girl, and the latter finally stopped crying.

“You can head out first. I'll look after her, so she'll be fine.”

Since Charlotte had stopped weeping, Harold dismissed the nurse practitioner and locked the door to the ward.

He was getting ready to showcase his skills.

“Finish your breakfast and go take a nap, Char. Then, we can go home when you wake up, okay?” asked Harold.

“Okay!”

Charlotte nodded fervently as she took her breakfast obediently.

After that, she drank a mouthful of the medicine bought by Harold from the pharmacy.

“This is so bitter, Daddy! I can't drink it!”

She only took a mouthful of the medicine, but it was so bitter that her face was scrunched up.

Disgusted, she refused to take another sip of it.

“But if you don't drink it, your sickness wouldn't cure by itself. And if you don't get well, you can't bring me to visit the kindergarten. It's up to you!”

Harold's words nearly made the little girl shed tears again. However, she gave it a thought and mustered up her courage before shutting her eyes and gulping down the medicine in one go.

The pungent taste of the medicine prompted her to rinse her mouth repeatedly. Only then did she slowly recover from the unpleasant sensation.

Ultimately, she lay in bed to prepare to sleep.

Exhaustion caught up with her very soon, for she had cried too much a while ago. In a matter of minutes, she was fast asleep.

Harold then fished out the silver needles and sanitized them with alcohol.

When Charlotte was in deep sleep, Harold adhered to what Samuel had taught him and began to perform the acupuncture procedure on the little girl.

Charlotte had a rare genetic disorder called Parkinson's disease. The prevalence of this disorder was very low. Yet, once it worsened, the brain cells would start to contract rapidly.

Even modern medicine couldn't treat the disease, and only death would await the sufferer in a few months' time.