The incident soon died down, having been perfectly resolved.
With Sally chased off, the show that'd been about to wrap up shooting obviously couldn't finish as they'd originally planned.
The female side character's position needed someone to come up and fill in, and it wasn't a choice that could be made right away, so nobody knew how long this was going to drag on.
Considering that, Laura frowned, troubled.
But she didn't have too much time to think about it, because the moment the incident was resolved, Max took her away.
As Max was taking her off, everyone saw it, and the gossipy flames in their eyes felt like they were going to burn her.
But her hand was in the man's grip, and she couldn't get loose.
Laura was panting by the time he dragged her onto the car. She wrenched free and asked irritably, "What are you doing?"
Max scoffed and told the driver, "Drive. We're going to the hospital."
Laura blinked.
"What are we going to the hospital for? My hand is all bandaged up. It's just a small wound, I'm fine."
But no one listened to her. Soon, the driver had driven to a private hospital nearby.
The man dragged Laura off the car and tossed her over to the doctor.
"Check her arm injury and give her a tetanus shot."
The hospital was under the Nixon name, so the doctor naturally knew Max.
Hearing him, he hurriedly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Nixon, don't worry. I'll take her there."
With that, he took Laura away.
Before Laura could react, she'd been taken to a room and sat on a chair.
Quickly afterwards, two doctors attentively took the bandages on her arm off, reapplied a poultice, while another nurse went to ready a tetanus shot.
Her slender body was surrounded in the middle, and for the first time, she felt what it was like to be put on a pedestal.
The environment was just a little strange.
Laura was a bit exasperated as she lifted her head at the man leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, chuckling, "You're making too much of this, aren't you? It's really not that serious, and there's no need for a tetanus shot. Besides, the cast doctor already treated the wound back there. Isn't it just asking for trouble to treat it again?"
Max scoffed. "Quit overthinking it. I'm just being humane and afraid your arm might have to get lopped off, so I had people check you again."
After all, he didn't know what the cast doctor's abilities were like. If he was good or not, or if he was just an amateur, wouldn't that make things worse?
He didn't say all that to Laura, though.
Laura sighed helplessly and let them keep working on her.
About half an hour later, everything was done. She turned to the doctor and asked, "Well? I'm fine, right?"
The doctor smiled, "It's fine, ma'am. The wound looks serious, but it was really just a scratch. If you don't leave it near water and rest for a while, it'll heal up fine."
Laura nodded.
Then she turned to the man at the door and shot him a look that said "see, I'm fine".
Max turned his head to the side and didn't look at her.
Inside, though, he was grumbling.
This damn woman didn't know what was good for her!
Soon, Laura's wound had been treated, and she rubbed her arms as she stood, thinking that even though Max had a filthy mouth, his heart was in the right place.
At least, he cared about her.
She was feeling a bit of warmth when at that precise moment, he dragged her to the checkout window.
"The bill."
"What?"
Laura blinked.
Max cocked his eyebrow mockingly.
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