Violet knew that he was going to bandage her hands. She shook her head, and put her hands to her back, "No need, Mr. Murphy. It's just some minor injuries, not serious."
"Not serious?" Stanley's eyes were cold. He pulled her wrist directly, turning her palm over.
Her palms were bloody and fleshy. Even her flesh turned out. It was frightening to look at. Fraser couldn't help but gasped.
"Isn't it serious?" Stanley looked at Violet with a gloomy face.
Jessie, who was a seat away from him, heard him, finally stopped staring at the door of the emergency room, turned her head and looked at Violet's palms.
Seeing that the palms of her hands were almost covered by glass fragments, she pursed her lips and persuaded, "Violet, just listen to Mr. Murphy. You are a designer. Your hands can't be hurt."
Jessie’s words immediately made Violet compromise. After nodding, Violet obediently sat down in the position where Stanley had just patted.
Stanley's face eased a lot. He opened the bag and took out the stuff. Then he began to clean and disinfect the wound on the palms of her hands.
Fraser and Jessie were not idle either. One handed cotton swab and the other cut the bandages. Violet became the only idler who was also being served.
After the bandage, Stanley let go of Violet's hands, "Okay, don't get them wet for a short time. Or you will get inflammation."
Violet touched the back of her hand and nodded repeatedly, "I see."
She could still vaguely feel the temperature in the palm of his hand on the back of her hand.
"Go to investigate George's car accident. See it’s accidental or… Besides, go to police station, letting them deal with George's car." Stanley fastened the bag and handed it to Fraser.
After Fraser took it, just when he was about to answer, Jessie squeezed him away, stood in front of Stanley, and bowed deeply to Stanley, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."
Stanley looked at Jessie, who had such a big reaction, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Did this woman have that kind of feelings for George?
Seeming to understand Stanley's thoughts, Violet nodded to him.
A gleam of light flashed in Stanley's eyes, but it was fleeting. Stanley replied faintly, "No need."
Jessie straightened up, returned to the previous position and sat down, and continued to wait for the result.
After a long time, the light on the door of the emergency room finally went out.
Jessie was the first to notice it. After she was refreshed, she immediately stood in the middle of the door. Her eyes fixed on the crack of the door.
The door was opened and Henry came out from inside.
Jessie grabbed him, "Doctor, how is George?"
Henry was taken aback by her fierce reaction. When he was about to ask who she was, he saw Stanley and Violet behind her. Then he knew that she was Violet’s friend, so he gently pulled out his hand and replied, “Don’t worry. He's fine. It's just a few broken ribs and some concussions. He will recover in a month or two."
"Really?" Jessie put her hand on her chest and smiled.
Violet walked to her and patted her on the shoulder, "Jessie, so great. George is fine."
"Yeah." Jessie buried her head on Violet's chest and cried happily.
Violet patted her back and coaxed silently.
Stanley watched this scene expressionlessly. Especially when he saw the location where Jessie buried her head, his eyes darkened. The aura around his body became tense.
Henry noticed it. Then he looked at Stanley with a smile, his eyes full of teasing.
"Stanley, I really don’t know you even felt jealous of women." Henry reached Stanley's ear and said in a low voice.
Stanley knocked Henry away coldly with his elbow.
Henry was bumped into the ribs, groaned in pain, covered his stomach and bent down.
Hearing it, Violet and Jessie both looked at him.
"Dr. Baxter, what's wrong with you?" Violet asked curiously.
Henry glanced at Stanley, whose face was still cold, and forced a smile, "I'm fine, but my stomach hurts a bit. I have something else to do. Dr. Joe will be transferred to the general ward soon. You can visit him in the ward soon."
"Okay, thank you." Jessie nodded gratefully.
Henry waved his hand, gave Stanley a look of "you are really cruel" and left.
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