Chapter 707

Juanita sat on the edge of the bed as she struggled to turn Karl's body

over.

His body smelt strongly of some wound ointment, and he must have

been seriously injured.

When she saw that his abdomen was tightly wrapped in several layers

of gauze outside his shirt, her heart clenched and she could imagine

how much pain he had to be bearing in these days.

Having been shot twice, he still refused to rest in bed. His wounds must

have been recovering extremely slowly from the repeated cracking.

She carefully unraveled the gauze for him, taking it off layer after layer.

He should have changed it to disposable medical tape at night when he

slept, so as to ensure good ventilation and facilitate wound recovery.

Her mother had been hospitalized for an operation, and she had been

around for a while to take care of her, so she had some experience in

dealing with wounds.

It was so dark in the room that she turned on the European-style table

lamp near the head of the bed and set it to the lowest lightness.

With the dim light, the whole room seemed to be shrouded by a dreamy

smoke.

She had tried so hard before she could finally take off all the thickly

wrapped gauze, revealing the shocking wound inside. She hissed in

shock. The situation was more serious than she had imagined, and it

was not like what an ordinary bullet could do.

No wonder Franklin said on the phone that he had been hit by a

shotgun.

The dark brown wounds were like a black hole. The flesh around the

wound had been sewn up, but with the remaining stitches, it still looked

hideous and terrifying.

Some areas were scabbed over, while others were still oozing blood.

Fortunately, she was relieved that the wounds did not crack up.

He should have been to the hospital to clean the wound, but

apparently, he had not. He must have simply done some disinfection

and changed the gauze himself.

Some of the wounds had even formed a lump.

She took out iodine volts, carefully disinfected and cleaned his wound,

removed all the limps and scabs, cleaned the blood, sprinkled anti-

inflammatory powder, and finally used disposable medical tape on it.

After treating the wound, it's time to cool him down.

He still felt hot. When she cleaned him up just now, she felt the burning

heat from his body.

She first wrapped a towel with ice on his forehead.

Probably due to the sudden coldness, Karl shivered a bit and grunted in

his sleep.

Immediately afterwards, Juanita brought a basin of cold water. She

soaked the towel and dried it out again.

She wanted to wipe his body to cool it down, but before that she would

have to unbutton his shirt.

She had never been so close to a man, let alone a man she liked.

She reached out and gently undid the buttons on his collar gradually.

Gradually she saw his lean chest, sexy muscles, and perfect lines.

Her delicate face was flushed and she felt feverish all over. He had got

quite a body, no wonder he was a detective. Every curve of his muscle

showed the beauty of his strength. He must have exercised a lot.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at him. He didn't wake up, and at

the moment his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes

trembled slightly. Although his handsome face was pale, his cheeks

had an abnormal flush, his thin lips were slightly pursed, without the

usual seriousness. He looked like a quiet big boy who extraordinarily

gentle.

Juanita swallowed hard and warned herself that she was here to do her

job.

Not to enjoy the beauty of the man sleeping.

She shook her head repeatedly to clear her head, and the immediate

thing to do was to reduce his heat.