Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1433: Monica Helps Him Apply Medicine

Chapter 1433: Monica Helps him Apply Medicine"Careful!" Tristan steadied her by the arm. Monica turned her gazetowards him. “I'm fine, really, it doesn't hurt. Don't worry about me." Hislips curled into a gentle smile, his voice and eyes equally tender.

She furrowed her brows in concern and quickly pulled her hand away."Oh, come on!" She started rummaging for a first aid kit, her visionblurred with worry.

She was so worried, she felt like crying. In such establishments likeinns and guesthouses, there should be emergency medical kits in eachroom, right?

Watching her frantic search for the first aid kit, Tristan didn't feel anypain. His gentle gaze rested on her back. He relished this feeling ofbeing the object of worry and care.

“Found it! Finally!" Monica exclaimed, pulling out a medical kit from adrawer under the TV cabinet. She hurriedly brought it over to the coffeetable.

She knelt down in front of the couch, opening the kit while urging,"Come sit down, why are you still standing? I'll stop the bleeding first,quickly take off your shirt!"

With a slight purse of his lips, Tristan sat down, allowing himself toenjoy being taken care of. But, could she handle it?

"Hurry up and take off your shirt! You're still bleeding!" Monica was veryworried about his injury, she quickly glanced at him, "If it's severe, wemay need to ask Dr. Watson for stitches.”

"Do you think he is in the mood to stitch me up right now?""Regardless, he's a doctor. There's no hospital around here, just a fewdrugstores. We can't just watch you bleed to death, can we?" Monicatook out a hemostatic and cotton.

Tristan undid his buttons, enduring the awkwardness, and removed hisblood-stained shirt. He sat sideways, exposing his back to her.

Monica picked up the blood-soaked cotton. Even from his back viewalone, his perfectly sculpted figure was evident.

She was taken aback. This figure... well-toned and fair, muscular anddefined, it was too perfect.

Silence filled the room.

Seeing that she wasn't moving, Tristan realized she was lost in thought.Women are indeed foolish when it comes to such things.

He looked at her and asked deliberately, "What's wrong? Is my injurynot serious enough? Has it healed on its own?"

“No, no, no!" Monica snapped back to reality, kneeling on the couch,she gently wiped away the blood, "How could it have healed? It's stillseeping blood, but it's not very deep.”

The wound seemed to be about three centimeters wide.

Monica discarded the blood-soaked cotton and took a photo of thewound with her phone to show him, "It's not very deep, but we need todisinfect it to avoid infection.”

Tristan took the phone, enlarged the photo and looked at it. "Hmm." Hedidn't treat this minor injury seriously.

Monica began to staunch the bleeding. Her technique was practiced,which surprised Tristan, "Have you studied medicine?"

"No." She replied while continuing to staunch the bleeding, "Theinnkeeper really knows his stuff. This ointment is the best for stoppingbleeding. After disinfecting the wound, sprinkling some on will stop thebleeding quickly.”

Tristan put down his phone and asked in confusion, "If you haven'tstudied medicine, how do you know all this?"

"When you're on your own, you encounter things, and bumps andscrapes are inevitable. It's basic survival."

Tristan fell silent, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. She's usuallyalone?

Looking at her carefree demeanor, she must have suffered a lot, right?On the surface, she was with her mother, but her mother probablyhasn't fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother since she has a bigcompany to run.

Monica finished applying the hemostatic, she couldn't help but lean inclose to his wound and gently blow on it to help ease his pain.