Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 98 You have to help me cover the pot

After hanging up the phone, Aimee still had a few headaches.

She didn't know what Matilda was playing at, but Aimee decided to take some precautions so that

nothing strange would happen in the future.

However, this matter, naturally, can not be done through Patrick's side, she had to arrange for someone

else to do it.

Only after the explanation was done did Aimee go to Patrick's room.

He was reading a book, and when he saw her coming, he closed it.

Aimee is really helpless about this behavior of his.

She said, "The most important thing for you now is to rest well, but it's not good for your body to

recover if you keep staring at me like this."

"I get enough rest during the day." Patrick says.

the old Hayden did not let those doctors come over to disturb him today, he slept all day and was

indeed well rested.

Aimee said, "You're going to have surgery in two days, and I'll be worried if you're going to be able to

take it or not."

"Don't worry, I can do it." Patrick said.

Aimee couldn't resist him, so she just let him go.

She said, "Then I can say it up front, you are so capricious now, when you wait until after the surgery,

the time you need to use to recover, will also increase."

Patrick smiled and did not say anything immediately, but stared at Aimee for half a day.

It was as if he was looking at Aimee to see if she was joking with him.

Aimee was simply exasperated by his appearance.

She said, "Are you now but doubting your doctor me?"

This can make her very unhappy.

Patrick immediately said, "No, I'm not doubting you."

However, he did have doubts in his mind.

It was not a doubt about Aimee's medical skills, but a feeling that she was scaring herself with the post-

surgery thing because she insisted on not falling asleep and being awake for the treatment.

Aimee said, "You better think so, or I can't guarantee what I'll do to you during the procedure?"

"What is Madame going to do to me?" Patrick came to be curious.

He was already in this condition, and the surgery could not have been worse than it is now.

He couldn't think of anything else Aimee could have done.

Aimee said, "I can't tell you that, but, you know, I'm a doctor, and I have a lot of ways to fix someone."

Patrick laughed out loud and said, "Then I must keep one thing in mind from now on, to always be

good to madam and not let her get angry, so that I can protect myself."

Aimee raised her chin, expressing her satisfaction with his awareness of being on the right track.

Patrick laughed, this girl, now is more and more childish.

He loved the way she was so open in front of him.

This gives him a great sense of accomplishment.

This feeling, as if, he was the one who indulged her infinitely, giving her all the preference.

That's what he really wants to do.

After the jokes, Aimee got serious.

She told Patrick to lie down, put the medicine into the bottle, adjusted the drip to a just-right speed, and

went to the bathroom, washed the towels and came out.

Aimee said, "Dr. Dettlaff will be here tomorrow, are you ready?"

"Of course, deal with him so you can talk to Grandpa about the surgery you're going to do for me."

Patrick said.

The surgery thing, in the end, there is no way to hide the old Hayden, after all, the location of the

surgery, not in the Hayden family.

Aimee still inevitably had some worries, "Will grandpa blame me for taking it upon himself to treat you

and hiding it from him for so long?"

Patrick sniffed and held out his hand toward her.

Aimee saw this and put her hand in his palm.

Her hands were always cold, as if they had no temperature.

Patrick had noticed it before, but, before he thought, it was just a coincidence.

Only now, holding her hand, Patrick could feel that her hand was so cold.

Patrick wanted so much to warm her hands, nay, the back of his hand was lit with padding.

He said, "Don't worry, what grandpa wants most is for me to be able to return to my old self, you curing

me is a credit to him, how could he possibly spare you."

Aimee thought about it, but that's really what happened.

She smiled and said, "Then let's say that if Grandpa blames me, you'll have to take the pot for me."

Patrick said, "Of course, with me, I will not let Madame be half-blamed."

Although it sounds like a joke under the circumstances, it was very flattering to Aimee.

There was a strange sentiment bubbling up in her heart.

She wasn't sure what it was, but one thing that was clear to Aimee was that such emotions were what

made her feel joyful.

The drug flowed into Patrick's body, causing him to gradually begin to ache.

Patrick immediately let go of Aimee's hand, otherwise, he was really worried that he would hurt Aimee

by fighting against the pain and pushing too hard.

His careful actions have caused Aimee's emotions to surge.

In fact, she will not be pinched by him, however, because of his action, let Aimee actually have a kind

of, being protected feeling.

Aimee's gaze at Patrick also became a little more tender.

She had no idea how brimming her eyes were at the moment, the watery waves flowing as if she

wanted to look into one's heart.

Patrick was at first stunned under such a gaze, but the intense pain that followed made him finally not

hold back and let out a muffled grunt.

He clenched his cheeks and forced himself to look away from Aimee.

He is really afraid that when he looks at Aimee, he will unconsciously weaken and will be in front of her,

wanting to be pampered and wanting a comfort.

Such behavior is unacceptable to him.

Aimee didn't know what he was thinking, she was just very worried, but there was no other choice.

For her, it was a sure way to heal.

She had nothing else better to do.

Aimee can only rejoice once and for all that Patrick's physical fitness is really good enough.

Otherwise, after such a long period of painful torture, he would have given in to the severe pain.

However, he never had a time like this, and no matter how much it hurt, he was able to make himself

hold on perfectly.

Aimee wiped the beads of sweat off Patrick's face and cheered him on, "Hold on, two more days, two

more days, and it won't hurt anymore."