Chapter 6 Two Striking Words
The old doctor took care of the wound, stopped the bleeding, and applied new medication.
The elderly physician had poor eyesight but esteemed medical ethics. He could accurately administer an injection by simply feeling the patient's hand without looking at them. These past few days, whenever the doctor was called upon to help with an injection, the nurses at his clinic prepared the medicine in the IV bags in advance, which saved quite a bit of trouble.
As dusk settled, Jessica took Danielle into the bathroom to shower and then coaxed her back to sleep in the adjacent room. Only then did Jessica step out, massaging her still-aching shoulders.
The man occupying her bed was still asleep. She glanced at him once, then turned back into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Jessica emerged comfortably dressed in white pajamas, drying her long, damp hair as she walked.
The woman, whose body was filled with the scent of body wash, sat down on the indoor sofa not too far away. As she settled in, the man on the bed opened his eyes.
"I must be out of my mind to sleep on the couch for the fourth night for a stranger," she muttered, setting the towel aside and lazily dabbing moisturizer on her face.
But she wasn't about to believe him could lose his memory that easily. She would have to find an opportunity to probe him thoroughly.
The man in bed, his impressive figure hardly concealed by the thin blanket and his handsome features, just turned his gaze towards Jessica without uttering a word.
Two days later, the man in the bed finally woke up again.
"You're awake?" Jessica asked with a raised eyebrow.
Before Gabriel could respond, she tossed a thick dictionary at him.
The dictionary hit his wounded chest, eliciting a groan of pain from him. He then looked at her again with a low pained voice: "Are you trying to finish me off? A direct stab would have been cleaner than this hit."
Jessica glared at the man, whose handsome face was hard to ignore: "Weren't you supposed to have amnesia? You've been lying in my bed for quite some time now, so it's not right for me to keep addressing you so informally. Pick a name for yourself. You might have amnesia, but I assume you can still read."
Supporting himself with one hand, Gabriel struggled to sit up, weakened after not eating for days, and leaned against the headboard. He looked at her again: "Can I eat something first?"
The man's audacity and calmness surprised Jessica: "You have the nerve to ask me for food?"
Gabriel's expression remained calm and matter-of-fact: "Do you think a normal person can survive on those few glucose injections for many days?"
Jessica saw him pick up the thick dictionary and finally said, "I happen to have some soup brewing in the kitchen. I'll go get you a bowl, but be careful with the dictionary—it's borrowed from the neighbor's young son who is still in school. You better not damage it!"
"Okay."
Jessica turned and walked to the kitchen.
Gabriel glanced at the object in his hands and casually flipped through a couple of pages. He heard sounds from the kitchen and faintly smelled the soup.
A few minutes later, Jessica came back with the soup and set it on the nightstand. She looked at him and asked, "Did you pick a name yet? You don't have to be too precise; just any name that I can call you will do."
Gabriel met her gaze, "I've chosen one."
Jessica hesitated before picking up the dictionary from the bedside. She noticed that he had also taken the paper and pen on the nightstand at some point. When she opened the dictionary, she saw a piece of paper with two strong and attractive words written on it.
