Chapter 679 You Are Awesome

Somehow, at that moment, Cassandra felt a chill on her back and her hair stood on end.

Damn it!

Director Zhao glanced at Cassandra's arm and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "it's none of your business. You go out first, and I'll take care of this patient."

Most of the time, some special patients would come to the hospital, some of whom had been informed in advance, and some of whom had been notified temporarily. The doctor called Wang was not stupid. He was used to these things, but he had never seen Director Zhao so nervous as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

'Who is this patient?'

Wade didn't dare to think about it carefully. He thought that his attitude was good just now, and there was nothing wrong. After flattering him for a while, he left.

With a smile on his face, Director Zhao rubbed his hands and said sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I don't know you're Mr. Hugo's friend, Mr. Samuel. Please don't take it to heart. But your wound needs to be dealt with properly. I think this gentleman... Could you please leave for a while? "

Mr. Hugo? Robert?

How did he know she was hurt?

And it was a trauma. Why should others avoid it?

Cassandra's eyelids trembled slightly. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, with two small blue veins popping out on her forehead. She immediately looked at Johnny, "Johnny. I'm fine now. You and Jack can go back first. My friend is here. I will be fine. "

Johnny stood there like a wood. Hearing this, he looked at Cassandra with a complicated expression, forced a smile and said in a somewhat dry voice, "Well, okay. Call me if you need anything."

Cassandra nodded incessantly, "Okay, I won't see you off. Take care."

Johnny nodded, but he seemed to have a root under his feet. It took him a lot of effort to lift them up, and he left the doctor's office in an inappropriate way.

It was not until Johnny went far that Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "I'm sorry

a loss as soon as the girl opened her mouth.

Although he knew she did it on purpose, he still couldn't control himself.

"Now you know it hurts?" Martin asked.

Although he said so, he walked up to Cassandra. He had been standing aside just now, but in fact, he didn't dare to go over. He was afraid that if he saw the wound on her hand clearly, he would completely lose control. The gentle and upright appearance he pretended to be would come back to its original form.

He had been forcing himself to suppress the gloomy and violent emotions in his body, making himself look like a normal person who deserved her.

Cassandra reached out and held Martin's hand. When the girl's slender fingers touched his hand, she found that his big hand was unusually cold, as if it had been soaked in the river water for a long time.

Fearing that she might be suspicious, Martin loosened his grip the moment she stretched out her hand, but he couldn't control the temperature of his hand, so he was held by the girl. He was as cold as a corpse that had returned from the hell. In an instant, it was as if there was a small flame burning, and the flame quickly flew through his limbs.

Cassandra held his hand tighter and said in a low voice, "Why is your hand so cold? Did you wear too little? What if you catch a cold? "