The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 219: Standing by Him 

Chapter 219: Standing by Him 

How did Charlotte succeed? 

“Madam, how did you manage to do this?” He asked instinctively, wanting to know the answer. After all, he was a doctor and a fervent medical enthusiast. He was very curious about Charlotte’s method of stopping the bleeding. 

Seeing that she had already successfully stopped the bleeding, Charlotte’s eyebrows relaxed involuntarily. 

She slightly raised herself, her tone calm as she replied, “Your technique is correct, but the pressure points are wrong.” The locations she had just pressed were some special acupuncture points. 

de them, Lance and the butler also showed surprised expressions. They had never expected that the Madam would actually achieve something that even the doctor couldn’t… 

Charlotte had no intention of stopping. She wanted to continue to help Max with his wound. Since the doctor saw her skillfulness, he no longer opposed it. 

In his eyes, Charlotte’s image had grown even more towering. 

Charlotte reached out to remove Max’s clothes. His shirt was already stained with blood, looking extremely conspicuous. Charlotte carefully took it 

off- 

Immediately, Max’s fair skin came into view. This was the first time Charlotte had seen Max like this… 

His physique was quite impressive. It was the kind that appeared strong without being overly muscular or too thin. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and fair skin. The muscles were just right, distributed across his body. 

Of course, Charlotte wasn’t in the mood to focus on these details at the moment. She was a doctor now, and in her eyes, Max was just a patient. 

She took the medicines and tools from the side and skillfully began to treat Max’s wound. In the blink of an eye, those seemingly horrifying wounds were skillfully treated by Charlotte. She removed foreign objects, applied medication, and carefully bandaged them. 

The doctor watched Charlotte’s handling of the wounds attentively. It was as if she did it all in one breath, extremely skillful. 

Could it be that Mr. Foster’s wife was truly a low–profile medical expert? 

Charlotte calmly treated the upper body wounds, and then her gaze shifted down- 

Only the wounds on the legs remained. 

In this case, it was necessary to remove the pants. 

Charlotte, who had remained calm all along, finally showed a hint of hesitation in her eyes. 

Lance, seeing Charlotte’s somewhat hesitant expression, immediately understood. Perhaps outsiders didn’t know, but Lance was very clear that the Madam and Mr. Foster had never consummated their marriage, and they had not been overly intimate. Madam must be feeling shy…. 

“For the next wounds, you should handle them. It shouldn’t be too difficult,” Lance said, turning immediately to the family doctor who was standing nearby. 

The doctor nodded and quickly approached Charlotte. Charlotte was thus pushed aside. She had indeed hesitated a moment ago. Now that the family doctor took over, she both breathed a sigh of relief and felt a bit lost. What was going on? 

The wounds on the legs were quickly taken care of by the family doctor. They dressed Max in a brand–new pajamas. 

During the process of changing clothes, Charlotte was blocked by three men the entire time, unable to see anything. She simply stood at a distance, quietly watching them work. 

With this, Max’s external injuries were considered taken care of. However, this was just the first step. What came next depended on when Max would wake up. 

While Charlotte was handling his wounds just now, she also took the opportunity to assess his overall condition. His injuries were indeed severe, and even if the wounds were treated, there was a possibility of him falling into a prolonged coma. Whether he would wake up or not depended entirety on 

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Chapter 219: Standing by Him 

his own will and determination. 

“Now that we’ve done almost everything, everyone can go and rest. Let Mr. Foster stay here alone and recover properly,” at this moment, Lance’s calm voice echoed in everyone’s ears. 

The doctor and the butler, upon hearing this, both nodded in agreement. They left Max’s bedroom, one after the other, leaving only Charlotte, who remained motionless in her place. 

“Madam, what are you….” Lance furrowed his brow slightly, looking at her with some confusion. “You should go and rest; it’s already very late,” 

“I’m not leaving.” Charlotte replied firmly, her eyes downcast, her deep gaze fixed on Max’s pale face. “I’m going to stay with him.” 

She spoke with determination, having made up her mind. She intended to stay by his side until he woke up. Only then would she be at ease. 

ing this, Lance understood that Charlotte had resolved to stay by Mr. Foster’s side and wouldn’t leave. 

He sighed and no longer attempted to dissuade her, instead offering a soft reminder, “Madam, staying here is fine… but don’t overexert yourself. If you feel like resting, go back and rest.” 

Charlotte nodded gently. Lance fell silent and then turned to leave the bedroom. 

Now, only Charlotte and Max were left in the room. Charlotte crouched down, leaning on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on Max’s profile. The man’s side profile had a graceful and smooth curve, with sharp and handsome features, much like a perfect piece of art. However, his eyes remained tightly shut, hidden from her view. 

“Max…” she softly called his name. These three words seemed to echo throughout the entire room, yet there was no response. 

Charlotte called out again, “Brother…” 

Naturally, there was still no response. She lowered her gaze and held Max’s ice–cold fingers. “You need to get better soon…”