She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 657: The Mistake Every Man Makes (1)

"Let’s go, the doctor should have arrived." Elias Hawthorne lifted Raina North from the bed, carefully tidied her clothes, and then picked her up again.

Raina couldn’t help but struggle: "I injured my collarbone, not my legs, it doesn’t affect walking."

Elias was serious: "You know you’re injured, so you must not try to be strong, okay?"

Raina: "..."

Trying to be strong?

What was she trying to be strong about?

How does walking count as being strong?

Clearly, this wasn’t going to be explained well, so Raina didn’t bother to argue, her face resting against his chest.

Thump thump thump—

The strong heartbeat sounded continuously in her ear, inexplicably putting her at ease.

When Elias carried Raina downstairs, a young man was already waiting in the living room with a dical kit.

Seeing Raina being carried down, he was shocked and rushed over to check the patient.

Then, he didn’t find anything unusual.

The doctor, unwilling to give up, checked again, but it was the sa result.

At this mont, the doctor couldn’t help but doubt himself, wondering if his dical skills had suddenly returned to his teacher, or if the illness of this Alliance Leader Rivers was so strange that he couldn’t diagnose it?

Seeing the doctor fussing around for a while, muttering to himself without ever looking at Raina’s neck wound, Elias’s face darkened and he couldn’t help but reprimand: "What are you dawdling about? Can’t you see how serious this wound is?"

The doctor followed Elias’s direction and saw the bite mark.

He puzzledly glanced at Elias... just this?

Earlier, Lord Drake urged like it was a matter of life and death and described the situation as extrely urgent, causing him to leave his hard-earned reunion with his girlfriend at ho, only to end up with just this.

The doctor swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue, no choice since this was the boss’s order.

The doctor carefully disinfected the wound, then administered rabies and tetanus shots, and under his leader’s stern gaze, struggled to co up with various precautions.

But it was really difficult; such a small wound wouldn’t cause any problems even without treatnt.

Raina kept a blank expression, allowing Elias to fuss around, knowing that even if she told Elias to shut up, he wouldn’t listen.

The doctor stamred, barely managing to co up with eighteen items, and only then was Elias satisfied.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the doctor quickly grabbed the dical kit and dashed away.

It was too painful.

He wasn’t even single anymore, yet he was stuffed with dog food.

Pip Finch just walked in and saw the doctor running away as if chased by a ghost.

Startled, he imdiately rushed inside.

Seeing Pip, Raina was a bit surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I couldn’t help but worry." Pip was embarrassed to admit he couldn’t suppress the gossiping spirit within, and rembering the doctor who just ran faster than a rabbit, couldn’t help but ask: "Orion, are you okay? Is sothing wrong? I just saw the doctor leave."

"It’s nothing." Raina switched positions and lazily sprawled on the couch; it’s better to relax like this in her own space: "It’s the Lord of the Dark Tower who insisted on inviting him, making a big fuss over nothing."

"Orion, I never thought you’d be like this." Pip looked at Raina with an expression of disappointnt and sighed deeply: "Ah, Orion, what should I say about you? The Lord of the Dark Tower is already part of our group, and yet you play so hard. If you’re going to play hard, fine, but calling the doctor a fuss over nothing - if this spreads, won’t your lifelong reputation be completely ruined? Orion, even though the Lord of the Dark Tower is old news, we should still treat them decently, that’s only fair, don’t you think?"