Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Change Medicine

However, ever since Hank woke up, he did not mention anything about leaving this

room.

He slowly said, “Should we change the medicine?”. Change the medicine?

Lyra frowned. Under these conditions, it should be impossible for him to change the medicine himself.

Taking the medicine and gauze from the drawer, Lyra just stood there quietly, not saying a word.

Hank turned to look at her. “Do it.” He looked like he was ready. “I can’t do it. I’ll help you hold the mirror. You…” Lyra spread out her hands. However, before she could finish speaking, she felt his gaze turn even colder. “When you were nursing Nore in the hospital, weren’t you proficient in everything?” When it came to him, she couldn’t? Hank looked up, his eyes filled with jealousy and coldness. “Then don’t move. Also, my hand is strong. If you feel pain, don’t shout.” Lyra muttered. Hank did not say anything and let her do it.

Although Lyra said that, her hands were still very gentle. Especially when she saw the wound under Hank’s gauze, her fingertips stopped for a few seconds. If he had not protected her at that time, she would have been the one who had been injured in the forehead. Moreover, she would stay alone in the apartment and change medicine in front of the mirror. No matter how she thought about it, that scene was very pitiful.

In a flash, she wrapped up the wound. “It’s done.” She released her hand and was about to leave when she touched the coffee cup at the table.

Crash.

It sprinkled all over the ground. Lyra jumped away in time, so she was not affected, but the man opposite her was sprinkled all over.

The rich smell of coffee spread in the room. “This coffee of yours is pretty good,” Lyra said with a smile. “Is that so?” The man’s face remained indifferent. He reached out and grabbed the woman in front of him who was about to run away. “I can’t change my clothes like this.”

“You only hurt your head and elbows. It’s not like you can’t take care of yourself!” Lyra was a little angry. She had been in this room with him for more than ten hours, and she really didn’t want to be called around by him as a maid. Hank’s almost perfect face showed some helplessness. He frowned and moved his arm, but his movements were very slow as if he would tear the wound if he moved. Seeing his dilly-dallying, Lyra gritted her teeth and stepped forward. “All right, don’t move.”

She swore to herself that she only felt that Hank was troublesome and did not want to owe him a favor, so she took the initiative to help.

Otherwise, even if this man died on the road, what did it have to do with her?

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