Chapter 35

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“What conditions?” Negotiating with him? Brandon Piers raised an eyebrow, the audaciousness of this plump girl was impressive, knowing about his gunshot wound and still daring to put forth conditions.

“I’ll tell you when I think of it.” Abigail had already brought the first-aid kit while talking. Seeing Brandon not giving a response, she said, “Afraid?”

“Haha, let’s get started.” Brandon Piers did not feel that he would not be able to meet the conditions of a fat girl.

Abigail suddenly laughed, “Aren’t you afraid that my condition is to marry you?”

Brandon paused, “Miss Green doesn’t seem like someone who would be so boring.”

“That’s also true, I, a 200-pound fat girl, usually will find someone healthy.” Abigail finished then immediately began to disinfect with a cotton ball.

Brandon winced from the pain, but kept pondering over Abigail’s words in his mind. Was this plump girl looking down on him for not being healthy enough, unable to satisfy her?

Beady amber eyes narrowed with a big question, observing the chubby, white hands moving on his abdominals, seemingly asking, what were you trying to express just now?

Abigail glanced at the man, as if she was answering, yes, just as you speculated.

“Damn!” Brandon felt that he had understood this dead woman’s meaning, she was dissatisfied with him, dissatisfied with his inability, inability, inability…

The young master was resentful, how was he supposed to prove himself to this fat girl?

Just at this moment, Abigail directly pushed the cotton ball into his wound. Combining pain and anger, Brandon inadvertently blurted out a crude word.

Abigail stopped her movements, “The rumors say that the second young master of the Piers family has an extraordinary appearance and is a gentleman of integrity. It seems that seeing is believing.”

Brandon Piers, “…”

Deep breathe.

“There are bullet shell fragments that need to be cleaned, bear with it.” Abigail seemed as if she had merely said the most common sentence, her expression was calm and serious, not weaker than any surgeon.

Brandon raised his eyebrow, this wasn’t a chubby girl but a cunning fox right?

Moreover, a rather fat and sarcastic one.

But what puzzled Brandon was that he didn’t feel the expected pain. To be exact, he felt pain, but it was different from what he expected. When touched, his body went numb, his consciousness was clear but his body’s perception began to slow down.

His handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, he closely watched Abigail Green treat his wound.

Her movements were swift. After cleaning the wound, she immediately began to stitch. The movements were not fast at first, but with time, those chubby white hands became faster and faster, finally tying a beautiful knot on his abdominals, “Done.”

Brandon Piers, “This speed …” He had observed Jeffrey Foster’s surgery. A normal wound could also be treated like this, but that required many years of learning and accumulated clinical experience. This chubby girl in front of him, “Are you a medical student?”

Without ten years of hard work, such steady and fast suturing speed was impossible. Not to mention that his was a gunshot wound, an ordinary medical student might have been scared to tears.

“Gifted by nature, hard to abandon, does Mr. Piers want to change his primary doctor?” Abigail boasted about herself.

Brandon did not respond, but suddenly remembered that this plump girl had said she could see a person’s organs, “If you perform my surgery, what will be the success rate? Will there be any sequelae?”

Abigail did not answer him, her gaze fell on Brandon, scanning him from top to bottom, finally landing on his chest, “Your heart problem is not congenital, there is …”

“Wah wah wah, wah wah…”

Abigail had just begun speaking when suddenly the baby in the crib started crying. Abigail quickly got up, “You clean things up, be careful if they come over, I’ll go see the baby.”

Brandon, ” …” This girl was clear and concise when giving orders.

After tidying up the trash bin, Brandon saw Abigail clumsily changing the baby’s diaper. A layer of sweat on her forehead made her skin look even more glossy and tender. Her peach blossom eyes were so gentle and pure that they seemed as if they could drip water.

Brandon was lost for a moment. He suddenly understood why his son liked her.

Knock knock knock.

“Miss Green, why is the door locked?” The sudden knock on the door from Kelly outside startled him.

The body of Brandon, who was about to leave, froze.