Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 260

Wendy also wanted to defend herself that she had nothing to do with this little boy, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the doctor and nurse stared at her with reproach like the taxi driver did before.

Under the gaze of the doctor and nurse, she lowered her head and acted as if she had already known her mistake.

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Wendy took the medical book and went to pay the fee. When she returned to the consulting room, she saw a nurse running out in a hurry.

"Miss, finally you're back!"

Before Wendy could ask what had happened, the little nurse said, "Come here quickly, your son won't let anyone touch him! He's got a fever and needs a fever-reducing shot. But the doctor can't get close to him, I've been accidentally bitten by him!"

After the nurse finished her words, she immediately showed her hand with a grievance.

There was a clear bite mark on the back of the fair hand.

It was obvious that it was bitten by a child. Kids didn't know how hard they bit, so the bite mark was very deep and looked painful.

Uh...

Wendy gulped. When Wendy was pulled back to the consulting room by the nurse, she saw that the little boy had recovered a little at the moment. His face was flushed and his eyes were somewhat blurry because of fever. But when someone stepped forward, he immediately glared at the person

with a cold face. His cheeks were bulging and he was as fierce as a little beast. The red tie on his suit had been tilted.

The doctor with the needle in his hand didn't know what to do.

There was a nurse next to him planning to come forward. Just as she was about to touch his little hand, the little boy immediately dodged and his mouth had been opened defensively. The nurse, who knew what was going to happen, was frightened and immediately withdrew her hand.

The doctor noticed Wendy and urged her immediately, "What are you doing? What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

"Oh..." Once again, Wendy was driven to the edge.

She was actually a bit apprehensive. She cautiously walked up to him, not immediately reaching out, but sitting down next to the little boy before taking him in her arms. It was strange that although the little boy shrank a little, he let her hold him obediently.

Perhaps because he had fallen into her arms before, he was less guarded against her than others.

Wendy held the little boy slightly sideways in her arms, just so that his buttock could be exposed and the doctor could give him a shot.

When the little pants were taken off and the doctor bent over with the needle, the little boy in her arms struggled desperately again.

Wendy was a little flustered and almost couldn't control him. It took her a lot of effort to hold the little boy tightly so that he didn't fall down. She soon felt the slight tremor from the struggle.

She suddenly understood that the little boy was scared.

Although he always had a cool face, after all, he was a child. He was unfamiliar with everything around him, especially the cold equipment and glaring white everywhere. Children would always be afraid when they went to hospital. She still remembered how Toby used to cry when he was taken to the hospital by Felix.

"Good boy, don't be afraid..."

Wendy lifted him up a little and said in a softer voice, "You have a fever and need a fever-reducing shot now. Otherwise, it will get more serious. Hold on a little longer, and soon it'll be over. Be a strong little man..."

As she spoke in a warm voice, she signaled the doctor with her eyes.

The doctor did it quickly, and he soon pushed the medicine in the syringe into his body.

Wendy looked down. He was still a child, being distracted by a few words. By the time he realized what had happened, the doctor had already given a shot in the butt. He quietly bore it probably because of what she said about being a strong little man.

She felt as if her heart was going to melt, because of the strange little boy in front of her. Wendy couldn't help kissing his face. "Well done!"

The little boy was stunned, and a red color appeared on his fair and tender face.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief after doing his job and said to her, "I've given him a fever- reducing shot, and I will prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs. I suggest you stay in the hospital for the time being for observation and don't leave until you're sure the fever's gone down. Don't take it lightly!"

Wendy had to nod and followed the nurse to the ward, carrying the little boy in her arms.

There were four beds in the ward, two of them empty, and an older woman lying on one. There was an infusion bag hanging next to the woman. It seemed that she was asleep.

Wendy gently placed the little boy in her arms on the bed and sat on the chair next to the bed. She gently held the little boy's hand and looked into his big eyes, which were like black grapes. She couldn't help but praise him again, "You're brave just now. I saw a little girl next door crying when she got an injection. You are really a strong little man! How old are you?"

"Four!" When the little boy said it, he raised his hand in a cute way.

His voice was soft like a little baby cat.

Wendy just asked casually and did not expect to get an answer. After all, since he was brought down from the taxi, he had not opened his mouth yet. At first, she wondered if the child was unable to speak, but now she understood. He didn't want to talk to strangers, or didn't care to talk to strangers, and alwasy had that cool face.

"Four years old?" She smiled.

"Yes!" The little boy nodded and felt a little shy.

He hadn't actually turned four yet, his birthday hadn't arrived yet, he's just a virtual age to four.

"Can you tell me what's your name?" Wendy continued to ask.

In addition to curiosity, she also had to know the name of the little boy, so that she could help him find her parents when she called the police.

"Larry." The little boy rolled his eyes.

He answered her in this way, because he didn't like his real name. It was terrible!

Wendy knew it was his nickname, of course. When she wanted to ask what his surname was, she saw his black grape-like eyes drooping down, as if the medication was coming on and he's going to fall asleep.

"Are you sleepy? You'll be fine after you wake up." She quickly pulled the quilt over and covered the little boy.

The little boy did yawn widely, his long eyelashes falling on.

Wendy saw that the door of the ward was open, and there was always a sound of walking in the corridor. She was afraid that it would disturb the little boy to sleep, so she got up and went to close it, but when she just moved, the corner of her clothes was suddenly tugged, very hard.

She lowered her head and saw a small hand. Wendy looked up and saw the panic in the little boy's eyes. She simply lay sideways on the bed, held the little boy in her arms, and patted his little back gently. "Go to sleep. I won't leave, I will stay here with you!"

She had been on the flight for more than ten hours, and she had been exhausted. Plus, she had been living abroad for years and she's jet- lagged. Originally, she just wanted to coax the little boy to sleep, but gradually, she could not hold on.

Sometime later, someone shouted in excitement when she's dreaming.

"Young Master-"