Chapter 417 This Man is Very Bad
After hanging up, Darcy anxiously glanced at Eula in the rearview mirror. Blood was dripping onto her clothes and body, making for a shocking sight. "Eula, hang in there a bit longer. We're almost at the hospital."
She was actually taking Eula to the hospital where Estelle worked. She was more familiar with that place. Although it was a children's hospital, she knew some doctors there who could probably handle external injuries.
The main reason was that Elbert had been too smug lately, and Estelle's surgery was scheduled for next week, so she had to go along with his wishes.
Eula would just have to bear with it for now.
She sped up and screeched to a halt at the emergency room entrance.
Supporting Eula, she got out of the car and entered the emergency room.
The doctor saw that it was an adult and said, "This is a children's hospital."
Eula glanced at Darcy. Why did she bring her to a children's hospital?
Would they even treat her? When did Darcy become so dumb?
In Eula's memory, Darcy was the smartest person.
Darcy had already taken out her phone and was making a call. "Eula, don't be scared. I know a doctor here, and he's really handsome! He'll personally take care of your wound."
As she said this, the call connected.
Darcy let go of her. "Sit here for a moment."
She walked to the side to make the call, while Eula sat in a chair in the hallway, blood still dripping down.
The pain was really intense. How much longer would she have to wait? If only the pain could stop immediately.
Eula had always been a sensitive child, especially to pain, which she felt much more intensely than others.
Darcy returned with a doctor in a white coat, supporting Eula. "Francis Dixon, can you handle this wound?"
Francis was a clean-cut, scholarly man with rimless glasses. He was very thin and adjusted his glasses with a hand. "Probably, bring her to my office."
He turned and walked away, with Darcy supporting Eula and following behind.
Eula couldn't help but ask, "Darcy, is this doctor a friend of yours reliable? Don't let him mess me up."
He looked so young, around twenty years old, and very good-looking.
She felt increasingly uneasy. Why didn't Darcy take her to a regular hospital?
She was scared. Would she die here tonight?
Darcy gave her a cold look. "Trust me, he's very skilled. He's a friend I grew up with. He just returned to the country recently and has a high degree."
Eula had no choice but to give it a try.
In Francis's office, Darcy helped Eula sit on the sofa.
Francis put on a mask and brought over a tray. Eula closed her eyes in fear. "Ms. Lowe, don't be afraid. It's just a superficial wound. A couple of stitches will do."
Eula finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes, only to see the long needle in his hand. She fainted from fright.
"Eula." Darcy was startled. Why did Eula faint again?
Francis chuckled. "It's okay, she might be needle-phobic. Let's treat the wound first."
Darcy calmed down and watched his long, clean fingers as he treated Eula's wound. For the first time, she thought a man's hands could be so beautiful.
Especially when treating the wound, it was like he was creating a piece of art.
Darcy was mesmerized. Just then, her phone rang again. She took it out and stepped out of the office to answer it. "I'm at the hospital. I'll be up soon."
"Are you seeing your friend again?" The male voice on the other end sounded displeased, with a hint of darkness.
"No, Eula got hurt. Francis is treating her wound." She had just finished speaking when she was pinned between the wall and Elbert's chest.
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