Chapter 373 A Brewing Storm
The supervisor quickly explained, “He was hit by falling rocks at the construction site.”
After Paul got involved with the Northvale project, he would occasionally visit the site.
The Northvale project was close to Yunice’s clinic, so whenever workers had minor injuries, they were often brought to her for first aid.
Paul lowered his eyes, silently observing her every move. Yunice’s sleeves weren’t very long, and as she reached out, the fabric slid back halfway, revealing a section of her arm covered in burn scars. The sight was unsightly, almost sickening.
Paul’s lingering doubts finally started to fade.
Yunice pulled her hand back. “The bone’s fine. It’s just a surface wound. I can take care of it here.”
She stood up and walked toward her toolkit. “I don’t have imaging equipment here, so I can’t guarantee there’s no hairline fracture. I’ll stop the bleeding and stitch the wound, but you should still go to a big hospital afterward to get checked out. Just to be safe.”
The man holding Paul quickly nodded. “Stopping the bleeding is the priority.”
Yunice returned with a needle and thread. Paul stared at the needle, frowning deeply. “That thick?”
“The muscles in your leg are tight. A finer needle won’t hold,” Yunice said as she threaded it.
Paul grumbled, “Then give me anesthesia!”
The gash was long. Stitching it without anesthesia would be unbearable.
Yunice gave him an injection, and Paul finally relaxed enough for her to start stitching. But halfway through, Paul suddenly stiffened all over, gripping the chair’s armrests with white knuckles. “Why does it hurt so much? What kind of anesthesia is this? It wore off already!”
Yunice answered calmly, “There’s nothing wrong with the anesthesia. You’re probably just resistant to it… stop moving. You want the stitches or not?”
Paul was in so much pain he couldn’t take it anymore. He kicked Yunice’s hand away. “It hurts like hell! Forget it!”
Yunice instinctively stepped back. As she did, the needle and thread in her hand yanked tight, pulling harshly on the fresh stitches in Paul’s leg.
A guttural scream tore from Paul’s throat as his whole body convulsed, cold sweat soaking through his dress shirt.
Paul clutched his wounded leg and glared at Yunice, fury burning in his eyes. He suspected she had done it on purpose – but he had no proof.
The supervisor, seeing all this, quickly snapped, “What kind of doctor are you, sewing someone up like that? Don’t even think about charging us!”
He immediately helped Paul up. “Mr. Paul, let’s go to a real hospital!”
Paul limped out of the clinic, his gaze locked tightly onto Yunice.
Gill? Wasn’t she Yunice’s lackey? What was she doing running a deli here?
Gill suddenly noticed Paul’s stare. She froze for a second. The moment their eyes met, she ducked her head in panic, almost trying to hide behind a tray of food.
“Miss, why was Paul here? What if he finds out who you are?”
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