Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 371: Butt Injection

Until the doorbell rang, waking the person in the dream.

Nora Northwood touched the tears at the corner of her eyes, and in that instant, she forgot the contents of the dream completely, not knowing why she was crying.

Jasper Sinclair also noticed she’d woken up and said softly, "I’ll get the door."

Soon after, the man withdrew his arm, leaving her with his silhouette.

Nora propped her palms on the bed, trying to sit up, as a wave of soreness moved through her limbs and bones. The tears she’d just held back flowed uncontrollably again.

The sound of two pairs of ssy footsteps approached, and she didn’t want outsiders to see her in a sorry state, so she quickly pulled a tissue from the bedside table to wipe her tears and snot away.

"The doctor is here, Nora."

Jasper returned and placed the back of his hand on her smooth forehead.

With the contrasting hot and cold, Nora only felt a soothing warmth and coolness, not wanting that hand to move away.

"Let’s check your temperature first."

The doctor took a temperature gun and it beeped beside her ear.

Her temperature was close to forty degrees, nearing the human body’s limit. "The lady’s temperature is too high, we need to take imdiate asures. I need to listen to her heartbeat now."

The stethoscope pressed against Nora, she unconsciously held her breath, trying to keep herself clear-headed.

Until the stethoscope was put away, the doctor said, "Her heart rate is quite fast, likely due to a lack of proper rest recently; for the next three days, she should avoid strenuous or extre activities."

"Does she need dication?"

"dication acts slowly and might cause the fever to recur frequently, I suggest an infusion."

Nora didn’t understand French and could only ask Jasper, "What did the doctor say?"

"Your fever is quite severe, you need an infusion."

Nora glanced at the clock on the wall, it was two in the morning, and the infusion might last until the latter half of the night. She knew Jasper had important work tomorrow and didn’t want to delay his rest, so she asked again, "Can I take dicine? I don’t want an infusion; I want to sleep early."

"I’ll watch the needle, you just sleep peacefully."

Nora looked at the doctor, pondering that perhaps the doctor couldn’t understand Celestian, and she finally said, "I want you to hold while I sleep."

Subsequently, Jasper negotiated with the doctor, and the result was to give a shot in the buttocks.

Fortunately, the doctor contacted by the hotel was female.

It was confird to be an intramuscular injection; the doctor quickly prepared the dicine, and Jasper inford Nora, "A shot in the buttocks, it might hurt a bit."

Nora was dumbfounded.

She hadn’t had a shot in the buttocks for years; the word only appeared in her childhood mories. She resisted, shaking her head, "I don’t want a shot in the buttocks either."

In front of her husband and a stranger, asking her to pull down her pants for a shot was truly embarrassing.

Nora felt she couldn’t do it.

Yet, the doctor didn’t give her any extra choice; the dicine was already drawn into the syringe, and the needle appeared even sharper under the incandescent lamp.

Jasper patted Nora’s head, seemingly to comfort her, "It’ll only take a few seconds, don’t be afraid."

Nora wanted to cry but had no tears.

This wasn’t about being afraid or not; it was about her losing all dignity accumulated over twenty years!

"You can pull her pants down a bit."

Jasper made an OK gesture and, without considering if Nora was willing, directly flipped her over, buttocks up.

Nora grabbed a pillow with her hand and deeply buried her face into it.

She scread inwardly, hoping no one would rember this after tomorrow.