Chapter 183 Applying Medicine On The Back
Blood surged, a burst of ringing in the head. Fortunately, Damian's extraordinary ability for self-control stabilized his tone as he helplessly questioned, "How did you get yourself into this mess by just blow-drying your hair?"
Ashley's face was pale with pain. She held her breath until her face turned red. The clash of two colors gave rise to a delicate pink that could easily be misunderstood as shyness by anyone.
She tried to explain, "I fell and hit my tailbone. I can't move now. The floor is so hard, possibly fractured a bone."
Damian paused then asked, dumbfounded, "A bone?"
Ashley was in too much pain to manage her expressions, fingers gripping the ground to support herself, trying to minimize the pressure on her buttocks.
She anxiously requested, "I'm not sure. Can you help me call a doctor?"
Damian frowned, whether out of anger or something else. He leaned in, stretching his arms as he chided, "Since you're afraid of injuring the bone, don't move; otherwise, the bone displacement gap will be even larger."
Ashley nodded. He was right, but...
Damian wrapped his arms around her, lifting her gently as if she were a small cat. Sternly instructing her, "Don't move."
Ashley really dared not to move. It's best to stay still until the doctor has assessed her. Hesitating for a moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his broad chest.
She said appreciatively, "Thank you."
Damian's back tensed suddenly, along with something else.
The woman in his arms was soft and slender, exuding a faint fragrance after a bath. Her silky long hair drifted to his jaw, eliciting a tingling sensation.
Light yet seemingly weighty, forcing him to hold her tightly.
Walking briskly to the suite, Damian knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg. He curiously asked, "Tailbone hurts?"
Ashley shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to meet his gaze. The proximity made it unbearable to lock eyes. She pointed out, "At the back."
Damian furrowed his brow, and changed his approach, flipping her over and positioning her. He suggested, "Lie on your front."
After saying that, he picked up a pillow, roughly raising her head and placing it under her chin. He informed her, "Don't move. I'll go find the doctor."
Having done all this, Damian stood up, surveying the room, the woman's protruding bottom, and slender legs in full view...
Damian's throat went dry, like a thicket that hadn't seen rain in years, uncomfortable enough to tug at his tie, needing some air.
Taking a step back, Damian turned back and adjusted her collar. He said gently, "Just keep wearing this for now."
The clothes were soaked, revealing enticing bra straps from above.
Damian pushed his brow with his fingers, then decisively pulled up the blanket, covering her from neck to toe.
Ashley lay there hugging the pillow, her chest uncomfortable under pressure, tightly wrapped in the blanket, feeling utterly miserable.
The doctor arrived quickly. Within less than a quarter of an hour, Damian's conversation with the medical staff could be heard outside.
He spoke the local language quickly but clearly, enunciating each word precisely.
Even with the same cadence, why did he sound so disorganized when he mentioned the place name last time?
Entering was a male doctor, setting down his medical kit, and said with a northern accent, "Hello, ma'am, may I begin the examination?"
Ashley turned her head to see a face in his forties, wearing frameless glasses and a high hairline. She permitted, "Yes. Please go ahead."
Medical care in Eirondia was notoriously difficult to access; if Damian had not been here, she might not have been able to get an appointment for days, let alone have someone come to her.
The doctor bent down, lifting the blanket.
Damian's expression hardened. He said abruptly, "Wait."
The male doctor hesitated. He then asked, "Sir, any concerns?"
Ashley's injury was on her buttocks; an examination would require physical contact, but that... thought made Damian unable to contain his anger. He demanded, "Get a female doctor here."
The male doctor hesitated again. He informed Damian, "At this hour, it's hard to find a female doctor on short notice. It might delay the patient's treatment."
Damian insisted, "Then do it as soon as possible."
The male doctor was in a bind. Not wanting to offend Damian, he reluctantly said, "I'll make a call and try; please wait."
As the doctor went out to make the call, there were only two people left in the suite, one standing and one lying down.
Ashley said helplessly, "At this point, Mr. Hearst, don't make a fuss about gender differences. In the eyes of a doctor, patients have no gender distinctions."
Damian fiercely retorted, "In the eyes of patients, doctors do."
Ashley sarcastically rebutted, "I'm the patient; I don't mind. What's your problem?"
Damian stared at the slightly raised blanket, as if through the sheets and silk, he could see the woman's graceful figure. His voice tightened as he stubbornly insisted, "I hired the doctor; I make the decisions."
Absolutely unreasonable.
Ashley, in pain and discomfort and too weak to argue with him, said, "Fine, Mr. Hearst; you're the boss."
Half an hour later, a young female doctor finally arrived.
Naturally adept at prying into gossip and talkative, the female doctor's eyes lit up as she examined Ashley's injuries, her words tinged with envy, "Ma'am, your husband is so good to you. I've encountered patients from your country before, they do care about gender. But willing to pay ten times the price to change doctors, your husband is the first."
Ten times the price?
Ashley felt a pang of guilt. This one incident might cost her a six-figure sum.
"He's not..." Ashley didn’t finish the rest of the words, 'my husband'.
Alone in a hotel suite, if she didn't admit to being married, it would invite speculation.
Ashley forced a smile and reluctantly agreed, "Yes!"
He was Damian. with a stomp of his foot, and he could shake the stock market. Money was nothing to him; as long as it made him happy, the hotel could become his property the next day.
The male doctor was left alone in the living room. Damian, lacking medical experience, approached the female doctor, asking, "How is she?"
As soon as he arrived, the female doctor blushed. She informed him, "No fracture, but when your wife hit the ground, the lack of cushioning caused her bones to jolt, ligaments and bone connections were slightly damaged, and she needs a good rest. I'll prescribe some external and internal medications, she should be able to walk normally in three days."
Ashley lay there, avoiding showing her face, otherwise her expression of agony would surely make the doctor think she had been misdiagnosed.
Damian nodded. He said, appreciatively, "Good. Thank you."
To hear "thank you" from Damian was probably a rare occurrence.
Ashley marveled at how different Damian was today.
After seeing off the doctor, Damian returned to the bedroom, looking at the motionless woman lying there. The medication in his hand was posing quite a dilemma.
External application...
Before Damian could speak, Ashley couldn't hold back. She called out to him, "Mr. Hearst?"
"What's wrong?" Damian hadn't quite calmed down yet, responding lazily.
This hoarse, deep voice slowly emanated from the depths of his throat, like aged red wine, with a rich aroma and texture.
Ashley's ears turned red instantly, her face following suit, her toes curling tightly under the blanket.
She said, hastily, "What about the medicine? Give it to me. I'll apply it myself."
Damian clenched his fist, the ointment box in his open palm. He slyly claimed, "It's a plaster. You can't apply it yourself."
Ashley roughly imagined in her head tearing it open, finding the injury, and sticking it on; it didn't seem that difficult.
But when she reached out to try, a sharp, piercing pain made her recoil completely.
What to do?
She couldn't possibly ask Damian to apply it for her; the position was just too awkward.
It seemed like she was in a life-or-death situation, Ashley bit her lip. She requested, "Can you call the female attendant back?"
Damian said, "No, she's gone."
Ashley bit her lip; her situation wasn't suitable for Cheryl to come over, she would practically announce to the world that her relationship with Damian wasn't pure.
Damian saw her burying her head deep in the pillow, looking torn and almost going crazy. He walked over with a cold face, lifting the blanket. He said nonchalantly, "Alright, stop with the inner turmoil. I've seen every part of your body."
Ashley said, panicked, "Just a moment!"
While it was true that he had seen, they were no longer a couple, after all. It was inappropriate!
Ashley wanted to make one final attempt. She requested again, "Get a female room service attendant, the hotel service should be able to accommodate."
Yes, a room service attendant!
Luckily, her mind wasn't addled; she came up with a brilliant solution.
Damian's forehead veins throbbed. Was he being rejected?
He sarcastically remarked, "Ashley, don't make a fuss. You’re just a half-dead person lying here. Let alone applying a plaster, even if you stuck a Rolls-Royce emblem on yourself, I wouldn't be interested."
