The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan)

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..." Charlotte didn't know when she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, there seemed to be faint sounds coming from Max's thin lips.

She took a step closer, leaning in toward his face, trying to hear what he was saying.

""Water..."

The man's voice was low, blurry, and weak. But Charlotte managed to make it out.

It seemed like he wanted water. With this in mind, Charlotte immediately left the bedside, went to a nearby table, poured a glass of water, and returned. She carefully gave Max a sip of water; he couldn't have too much.

Charlotte could only moisten his throat, and at the same time, Max's originally dry lips felt a slight relief.

After giving him water, Charlotte continued to watch over the man. Like this, she stayed by his side for a full two days and nights. During these two days and nights, Charlotte hardly closed her eyes. During this time, Lance came to advise her several times to take a rest and not exhaust herself.

However, Charlotte remained unwavering and continued to stand her ground. She wasn't a delicate person; in the past, during busy times, she often worked like a machine. So, these two days and nights were not that big of a deal to her...

However, Max still showed no signs of waking up, which worried her the most.

And so, she kept watch for another day. Charlotte, in the end, couldn't hold on any longer. Even someone as tough as her had her limits. Her? exhaustion, coupled with constant worrying, had taken a toll on her.

Finally, she drifted into a deep slumber at Max's bedside.

Lance, seeing her in this state, couldn't bear it and quietly carried Charlotte back to her own bedroom.

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