"Mr. Davis, you've been here for a whole day and night. Please go rest; I'll take care of Miss Smith." Amanda walked upstairs, looking at the deeply tired eyes of Nolan Davis, and couldn't help but feel worried.
"I'm fine." He was unwilling to leave her bedside even for a moment. "Ask the kitchen to prepare some bird's nest porridge. When she wakes up, she'll definitely need to eat something."
Right now, he just wanted her to wake up soon; everything else, he didn't want to think about.
"Mr. Davis, Miss Smith's wounds need to be treated..." A male doctor approached, holding a bottle of dark red liquid. "Miss Smith has bruises on her back; it needs to be cleaned with the liquid, then apply some ointment."
Her back?
"You leave the potion and ointment here, I'll take care of it. All of you, please step out." After Nolan Davis spoke, no one dared to object and they all left.
