Chapter 431 Cut the Crap

"Liar! Quack! You won't be able to live for one year, and all your families won't be able to live for one year! Carlos, throw this swindler out! " On hearing what Hawk had said, Cassandra was like a wild animal out of control, roaring furiously.

How could he tell her that Martin couldn't live for one year?

This man was absolutely a quack!

Carlos got stunned. 'Are you serious? Or it's because you are too involved in the acting?'

That was Hawk, a great doctor from an aristocratic family. They had searched every corner of the capital city, but didn't find him. But now, you are going to drive him away...

"Lady Cassandra, don't worry! I just said that he could not live for one year. I didn't say that I couldn't cure him! I will cure him and make sure he can recover in one month! " Hawk roared hastily, afraid that Cassandra would throw him out.

Besides his medical skills, Hawk didn't know anything else. He had been living outside for so long a time that he had always been hungry for food. Although he had said that he was Hawk, nobody would believe that, he had been treated wrongly, but rather he had been misunderstood as a psycho. As all people needed food, he should have something to eat. Now that he had finally found such a rare opportunity to make money, he certainly didn't want to miss it.

Frowning, Cassandra asked, "Why should I believe in you?"

Seeing that her tone had changed, Hawk knew that he had a chance. He answered hastily, "Well... A monk never lies... "

"Carlos, throw him out!"

Hawk said in a hurry, "Please don't do that. How about this? Let me give him treatment within one month according to my method. If I fail to treat him, you can dispose of me in any way you like!"

Cassandra touched her chin, as if she was thinking about the practicability of Hawk's method. Seeing her expression, Hawk's heart was racing, and he didn't know what her answer would be.

After a while, Cassandra agreed, "Fine. You have one month. If you can't cure him, I'll chop you to feed the dogs."

reminded her. What on earth he had done wrong to make her treat him like this?

He was a highly skilled doctor!

While speechless, Hawk asked, "Can I go away?"

"Then get out!"

The corner of his mouth twitched. 'I'm not angry; I'm not angry; I'm not angry; anger will make me ugly!'

Hawk kept nagging for a while, then he repressed the anger in his heart and left the bedroom consciously. Of course, Carlos had left as he was told.

In the bedroom, there were only Martin and Cassandra.

"I'm sorry, Martin. Did I behave very fierce just now?"

Martin shook his head, "Not really."

A lump came into her throat. She curled her lips, buried her head in his arm, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are lying. I was so fierce... "

She wanted to ask him if he felt pain or not, but she couldn't speak it out. As an excellent man, Martin didn't want others to see his weak side, even if it was her.

"No, you're not." replied Martin.

Upon hearing this, Cassandra's heart sank, as if her chest was smashed into pieces. Why did this man always treat her so well?

"Okay, take a good rest, okay? The quack said that you were very weak now..." Cassandra changed the topic stiffly.

"Okay." replied Martin.

As soon as she finished speaking, she quietly tucked the corner of the quilt. At this moment, Martin suddenly grabbed her wrist.