Wendy helped Michael into the living room.
Soon, the maid brought the medical kit. Wendy lifted his pants, and the gauze inside was stuck to the flesh.
Wendy could only do a simple treatment.
She did not expect that Michael's injury was serious.
Wendy tried to remove the gauze as carefully as possible, yet cold sweats still broke out of Michael's forehead.
"Hold on," Wendy said distressingly. "If I don't stop the bleeding, I'm afraid you'll lose too much blood on the way to the hospital."
"It's okay, I can endure it." Michael nodded, his face ashen.
Michael's grandmother was on the sidelines and was watching with distress and tears in her eyes.
Winnie went straight to Wendy and said, "What are you doing? Do you know how to treat a wound? If you mess around with it and Michael gets more serious later, will you take responsibility?"
When Jake saw Winnie grabbing her hand, he pushed her and said, "Don't you touch my mommy!"
