“…” Jessie bit her lips and didn’t answer for a long time.
George looked at her, “Are you unable to answer, or what?”
Jessie’s head lowered further and further, still not speaking.
How could she say that in her heart, he was actually a man who would beat up women?
After all, if he could even do something like dragging her to abort her child, beating her was nothing to him.
What was more, there was hatred between them, and all this added up, wasn’t that reason enough for him to hit her?
But she couldn’t say these things, otherwise she would only anger him more and make him think that she despised him from the bottom of her heart.
After all, how could a man who would hit a woman feel that there was anything wrong with him? To him, it was all women who had problems.
Looking at how Jessie refused to answer, George sighed faintly, “If you don’t want to say it, forget it, I won’t force you.”
“Thanks.” Jessie replied with a mosquito-like voice.
George handed over his burned hand, “You’re responsible for the burned blisters on my hand, right?”
“Of course.” Jessie nodded her head, then looked at the back of his burned hand, and when she saw that the original red area suddenly had a few blisters, she was surprised, covering her mouth and shouting out incredulously, “How could this happen? How did you get blisters so quickly?”
“The soup is hot, plus the heating of the oil, and because I always have to do surgery, so I have always been taking care my hands, the skin is more delicate than any part of the body, do you think there will be not blister?” George looked at her.
Jessie shook her head in a panic, “Sorry, I don’t know.”
She really didn’t know that his hands’ skin was actually so thin and more tender than hers.
“Be careful next time.” George said.
Jessie nodded, “I know, I’ll, it won’t happen again, so Mr. Joe, I’ll go get a doctor for you, I can’t handle this blister.”
With that, she was about to go and find a doctor.
Before she could take a step, she was stopped by George.
“There’s no need to call a doctor.” George pointed his finger at the drawer at the bedside, “The first aid bag in the drawer contains medicine for simple wounds, including scratches and burns, and the same medicine you used to treat your father’s wounds last time can also be used for me, so you can just use these.”
“Really?” Jessie asked, looking at him.
George flicked his thin lips and said lightly, “I’m a doctor, I won’t lie to you.”
“Okay, I will get it.” Jessie nodded, then bent down to pull open the drawer and took out the medical bag inside.
After taking it out, she opened the bag and asked again, “Is it with the same medicine?”
“Yeah.” George nodded his head.
Receiving the response, Jessie closed her eyes again and recalled which medicine she had used when treating her father’s wound at that time and which steps to take before she took out the medicine from last time and began to bandage him.
She moved very gently, and in her gentleness, she was also a bit cautious, afraid of hurting George and then making him angry, so she really seemed extra nervous.
George even wanted to tell her to calm down a bit, but he knew that if he opened his mouth, she would definitely be more nervous.
It was better to just be quiet and not say anything, maybe later, when she got serious, she would ignore him.
With this in mind, George simply closed his eyes.
When Jessie saw him close his eyes, she was indeed relieved.
Because when he wasn’t looking at her, she wasn’t under so much mental pressure, and when she did something, she didn’t have to worry about him watching all the time, afraid that she might do something wrong.
So, Jessie slowly calmed down and stopped being so nervous, and her movements in treating George’s wounds became slightly faster.
Soon, the wound was treated and Jessie tied a bow on George’s hand, then carefully looked at the man with his eyes closed, “Mr. Joe, it’s done.”
George heard her words and slowly opened his eyes.
Jessie lowered her eyelids to avoid making eye contact with him.
George looked at her with this fear of herself and was helpless in his heart.
But he knew that it was all because of his own doing.
“Has it done?” George asked.
Jessie nodded, “Yeah, how about you take a look?”
George looked down.
She had a bit of talent as a nurse, this gauze, at least, was wrapped very well, and the bow, too, was beautiful.
George nodded slightly, “Not bad.”
Hearing his words, Jessie breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled, “Good.”
If he thought it was good, then she was relieved.
She was afraid that he would think she hadn’t wrapped it well and then lose his temper and tear it off for her to start over.
But it was good that it had turned out well in the end and he wasn’t that unreasonable.
“Okay, now feed me the soup.” George put his hand down and his eyes fell on the rib soup on the bedside table.
Jessie was stunned, “Feed you?”
She thought she had heard wrong and could not believe her ears.
Yet George opened his mouth and repeated, “Of course you’re feeding me, my hand has been burned by you, do you think I can still carry the bowl now?”
He said as he held up his bandaged left hand.
Jessie looked at his gauze-wrapped hand and fell silent.
George put down his hand and urged, “Hurry up, what are you waiting for? It will get cold later.”
“Okay.” Jessie no longer refused, and after taking a deep breath, she lifted up the rib soup on the bed, scooped up a spoonful and held it out towards George’s mouth.
The first time she fed him, besides being unaccustomed to it, she was more nervous, so at this moment, her hand inevitably shook again.
Seeing this, George’s eyes flickered slightly, “Are you afraid that the soup will drip down again and burn me?”
Jessie’s face changed and she hurriedly put the soup spoon into the bowl and apologized in a panic, “I’m sorry.”
She was unable to control her nervousness, and when she was nervous, her hands tended to shake.
So, she really had no way to feed him the soup, but if she didn’t feed him the soup, he couldn’t drink it himself.
What should she do now?
Jessie lowered her head and for a moment, she was caught in a dilemma.
George, who was himself well-versed in psychology, could naturally see what she was thinking and sighed, “Alright, you go out, I’ll have it by myself.”
“How are you going to have it?” Jessie looked at him in amazement.
George said lightly, “I can with one hand, you have shaky hands anyway, if I don’t have it by myself, do I wait for myself to starve to death?”
“I am Sorry.” Jessie blushed and lowered her head.
She really didn’t mean to have shaky hands.
It was really that she couldn’t help herself.
George waved his other hand, “Alright, don’t say sorry, go out.”
“But are you really okay on your own?” Jessie stood by his hospital bed, still a bit uneasy.
A touch of mockery appeared on George’s face, “If I can’t do it, do you have to feed me? Can you control yourself without your hands shaking?”
“I…”
Jessie didn’t say anything.
George sighed, “Jessie, am I the devil?”
He asked.
Jessie didn’t know why he was asking this question and was filled with fog for a while, “What… What do you mean?”
“I said, am I the devil?” George looked at her.
He didn’t answer what she meant, instead he asked once again.
Jessie shook her head, “No, you are a human being.”
He was human, how could he be any kind of devil.