The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Blinking, Lindsey held back her laughter and crisply responded with an agreement to help.

Dr. Hunter is actually a pretty easy-going old man, and after briefly explaining what he wanted to help with, he let Lindsey go.

“Professor Hunter, are you going to do acupuncture today?” Lindsey put on her gloves and wandered into Bruce’s eyes, and when she saw his face redden, she couldn’t help but “snicker” and wink at him.

Bruce don’t look away, his gaze is hidden to the other side.

“Today is the second day, tomorrow there will be another one, after that it will be half a month before the needles are administered, how do you know?” Dr. Hunter was surprised and couldn’t help but look at her more.

The young woman is still very young, except for the steady eyes of the party standing by the door, this will look a little naughty look.

“I don’t understand, just ask.” Lindsey said, and took off the last of Bruce’s shameful pants, and put them aside.

Bruce’s medical records she read, forced by him to read, Dr. Hunter’s treatment plan is very reasonable, but not very effective. Because of the lack of aids, Bruce had to restore the neurological response of his muscles if he was to recover.

Lindsey watched for a while and had a vague idea in her mind, but her face continued to look like she was watching and helping Dr. Hunter.

When the preparations were done, the other two nurses retreated. Dr. Hunter saw Lindsey not leaving and shook his head to start administering the needle.

Lindsey knew that he had misunderstood, and did not explain, but instead carried the medical tray with the acupuncture needles, and stood beside him in a disciplined manner.

Dr. Hunter smiled at this, picked up the sterilized needles, and slowly stabbed them into Bruce’s waist point.

Lindsey smiled back, noticing that he had taken a different point than his grandfather, and her eyes flashed.

Bruce’s paralysis was the result of a traumatic injury, when he lost too much blood and failed to get a blood transfusion in time, resulting in some nerve damage, and Dr. Hunter’s technique was too conservative, seemingly intentionally avoiding several key points.

The procedure was long, and Dr. Hunter, who is old, went to the side rest room after all the needles were administered.

Lindsey stretched her feet and hooked a chair over, smiled and sat on the edge of Bruce’s bed, with her hands on the edge, looking at him with a lustful smile. “Tell me something.”

Bruce didn’t look back at her, and she wasn’t even ashamed of the fact that he didn’t even have the slightest cloth to cover his body now.

“I haven’t seen anything at school, tall, short, fat, thin. It’s dead on, but it’s really not as good looking as you.” Lindsey said and reached her index finger and pressed a few times into his shoulder. “What are you hiding from? I’ll see how you can hide when you have to tie the front later.”

“Say something.” Bruce’s eyes sank, his face was extremely unhappy.

How dare you compare him to a dead man again!

Lindsey withdrew her hand, put her hands up, and held her chin with a smirk. “I really don’t know how to heal, even with a degree in Chinese medicine, I can only see a headache.”

“You’re lying.” Bruce’s voice went cold, vaguely wrapped in anger. “I promise you, cure me and I’ll give you your freedom right away.”

“I really won’t, or you can see the sincerity in my eyes.” Lindsey’s voice lowered, a serious tone. “I’m not going to hide it from you, the first time I saw you, I looked at you more because you were good looking.”

Her tone made Bruce extraordinarily uncomfortable and lost the calm wisdom he always prided himself on. “You have pity in your eyes!”

A very angry question.

Lindsey was startled and curbed the smile on her face. “There’s pity because I feel hopeless, you’re so good looking, but I don’t know you.”

“You do now.” Bruce choked her, suddenly becoming silent.

Lindsey dropped her eyes and gazed thoughtfully at the back of his head. This guy is really Geng, based on a single look, he not only turned his family ancestors, but also got himself into this cage, accompanied by his piece of suffering.

Fortunately, they have the foresight to come before the back way to think well.

“You rest for a while, there is still half an hour, Dr. Hunter back to give you the start of the needle.” Lindsey stood up and before she could leave, she heard him grunt and throw in two words, “Stay with me!”

That’s very succinct.

Lindsey smiled in a meaningful way, raised an eyebrow and sat down.

After Dr. Hunter started the needle, he needed a few stitches on the front.

Lindsey followed the other two male nurses and helped him turn over, standing just a little below his waist.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

So the next stitching process became, Lindsey looked very generous, Bruce closed his eyes the whole time, cold and lean handsome face, floating a layer of people want to ignore the dark red are difficult.

At 8:30, the day’s treatment was over.

Lindsey was in a good mood waiting for Dr. Hunter and the others to leave, and only then did she put her hands behind her back and tilted her head to sway around deliberately. “Go shopping with me later.”

“No.” Bruce was still undressed, covered only with a bed sheet.

“Then I’ll go find Cary.” Lindsey said and turned around, shouting to Carl outside.

Carl came over with an expressionless face and stood there coolly, like a door god.

“Help him get dressed while I go get breakfast.” Lindsey smiled faintly, blinked and slipped out.

Carl ground his teeth, lifted his feet into the treatment room, and brought Bruce’s clothes to help him put them on. “Should we talk to Old Mr. Grant and send her away?”

Bruce’s eyes went cold for a moment, staring at him imploringly. “Nosy!”

Carl rubbed his nose, and stopped talking.

After breakfast, Lindsey flipped through her medical case, remembered that she was going shopping, went to her room and changed into a smoky gray jumpsuit, smiled and went out of the house to look for Bruce at the gazebo in the courtyard.

He was reading a book, but it was obvious that his mind wasn’t on it at all.

Lindsey came around behind him, reached out and took his book away, sat on her butt across the room, blinked those nice and soulful eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

Bruce’s eyes were cold, and his breath was even colder. “Give me the book.”

“You don’t even read it, why do you need it.” Lindsey “snapped” the book closed, and the smile in his eyes melted. “Go shopping with me, and I’ll give you the book.”

If you’re stuck in this house, you’ll get sick, let alone a sick person like him.

“No.” Bruce turned his face away and took control of his wheelchair and left the gazebo.

Lindsey frowned, got up and chased him over to easily pull the wheelchair, followed by leaning down and smiling in his ear, “I told Dr. Hunter that I’d have to help with tomorrow’s treatment. Also, your legs are actually quite nice to look at, and they look even better as specimens.”