"Of course I didn't make a sound. Everything happened because of me. My father would have kicked my ass if I dared sneak in a word. He is the boss of Mayfly while I am just a powerless nobody. How could I confront him?" Edward retorted calmly. He knew how much his father loved his mother. Any word that came out of his mouth would have only fueled his anger, instead of helping in reasoning with him. Edward wasn't so tired of life yet that he wanted to die at his father's hands! After all, he hoped to grow old with Daisy. He should keep himself safe and sound before that happened.
Ha ha! Finally you admitted that you were just a nobody," Daisy cackled. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her foot. She pushed up her pants to see if her leg was bleeding.
"Woman, you don't understand. A man should know when to hold his head high and when to eat the humble pie. Only that way can he hope to have a wonderful life. Otherwise, things don't go as smoothly and - Daisy, what is that? Is your leg bleeding? Jesus, you lied to me! You said it was nothing serious. That wound looks dangerous," Edward exclaimed as he noticed the blood. He grabbed his phone quickly to make a call to Tom as soon as possible.
Daisy frowned. She hadn't thought it would get so bad. She had bandaged it simply by herself at the army base, instead of going to the infirmary to get it treated. "Hello, Edward. Are you calling to invite me over for dinner?" Tom had just finished performing an operation. No sooner had he stepped into his office to take a break than he received Edward's phone call. He hadn't even had the time to drink any water yet. He was always thirsty and weary after surgery.
"Come over right now! Daisy's leg is injured. It needs immediate treatment." Edward cut to the chase, totally ignoring Tom's quip.
"What? She got injured again? You have to remind her that she is only human. She can't subject her body to injuries again and again," Tom said earnestly as he got to his feet. He needed to talk to his coworkers about a couple of important things before he left the hospital for Edward's house. The patient they had operated on hadn't come out of danger yet. There might be some complications after the surgery. He had to give them some advice to help cope with whatever might come up later.
"Tell her that in person when you get here." Edward sounded pissed. He glowered at Daisy's leg, wishing that he could just strangle her so that she wouldn't keep worrying him any longer.
"Okay then. I'll be at your house in twenty minutes. Stop the bleeding first, before I arrive. But you can choose to avoid doing that if you think she has too much blood. I'll give her the emergency treatment when I get there anyway." As a doctor, Tom hated it when people didn't take care of themselves. At the moment, he was as furious as Edward.
Just come. Cut the crap." Edward, as overbearing as usual, hung up directly.
Good god! Every single time he acts as if he was the king! What kind of person is Edward? He is asking me for help, but somehow he makes me feel like I'm his servant," Tom mumbled resentfully as he stalked out of the hospital. He felt like the time would never come when Edward stopped bossing him around. When he got to Edward's house, there was still a tinge of resentment on his face.
"Hello, Tom. I had Mrs. Wu cook dinner for you. Eat something first." Having troubled Tom so many times, Daisy felt embarrassed to see him. She couldn't promise there wouldn't be a next time.
"Daisy, if you really care about me, take good care of yourself. You are covered in old injuries," Tom said as he opened his medical kit. His patient was sitting right in front of him, waiting for his treatment. He wouldn't be in the mood to eat anything in this scenario. Plus, he knew Edward wouldn't let him. He would chop off the hand he dared eat with. So, Tom made the smart move to treat Daisy first.
"Just stop talking and attend to the injury first." Edward rolled his eyes at him. He had asked him to come over to treat his wife's injury, not to blame her!
"It's okay. Tom is right. I have been too careless lately." Daisy knew that Tom meant well. He cared about her. She didn't feel offended by what he had said. Furthermore, he was right. She had nothing to say in her defence at what he said.
"Daisy, I hope you don't mind. As a doctor, I really need you to be more careful." Tom started to unwrap the gauze that wrapped her injury. No sooner had he seen the wide cut than his eyebrows scrunched together in shock.
"Don't worry. I don't mind it. In fact, I am thankful for what you say and do. I know what a good friend you are." Daisy could tell from Tom's tone that he was really annoyed this time. She understood that.
"I appreciate your understanding. But I have to ask since this cut is very deep. Why didn't you get stitches? It was so dangerous not to get it treated immediately. I can also tell that the cut wasn't attended to professionally. Isn't there an infirmary at the army base?" Tom picked the medicinal liquid and applied it to her cut to diminish the inflammation. Afterward, he took out a disposable needle to give her local anesthesia.
"I didn't go to the infirmary, because I thought it was nothing to worry about. So I treated it myself," Daisy mumbled, afraid that Edward would hear her words. But it was too late. Upon hearing that, Edward stared at her like he wanted to kill her.
"You can't do that! Reducing the inflammation is essential, no matter how small the cut is. It just gets worse if the cut flares up." Tom gave her the local anesthesia skillfully and prepared to do the stitches.
"Okay. Noted." Right now, Daisy was being extremely docile. However, it didn't do anything to appease Edward, who was seething with rage.
"Noted? Do you really mean that? You promise you won't let yourself get hurt again?" Edward asked her with a corrupt grin, which chilled Daisy to the bone. She would rather he yelled at her than hear him speak to her in the grim tone, and with such a sinister grin on his face.
"Edward, could you talk to her later? You are upsetting my patient. Even I am scared of you. If my hands shake during the treatment, I won't be responsible for the consequences," Tom rebuked him. Although Edward's glare was not on him, he could feel himself sweating all over. As his close friend, he knew Edward was on the verge of exploding. To spare himself trouble, he clarified himself to Edward in case he took it out on him later. After all, Edward wouldn't go as easy on him as on Daisy.
Your hands would shake? Just you try." Edward glanced at Tom's hands in disdain. Obviously, if that happened, things wouldn't go as Tom would hope for.
"Can you step outside for a moment? You are making me nervous," Tom implored him. His hands were indeed trembling. He was worried that he would hurt Daisy.
Why are you nervous? Am I so frightening? Just do your job! There are no negotiations!" Edward didn't leave the room, but sat on the sofa situated at a distance. He couldn't stand the possibility that Tom might hurt his beloved wife accidentally.