Amelia pressed her forehead wordlessly, silent for a long while before walking to his side, patiently speaking, "Alright, cut the speeches, get on the bed, take off your clothes and lie down. I'll go prepare some hot water and a towel."
Daniel Cooper gave her a deep, mysterious glance, "After I recover, will you often tell me to 'take off your clothes and go lie down on the bed' like this?"
Amelia, "..."
She frowned slightly, "Are you going to wash or not? If not, I'm going home."
"…I'll wash."
She knew it—the words "going home" were her trump card.
By the time she came out with the hot water and towel, the man had taken off his clothes and lay on the bed as she had instructed.
But... was it necessary to strip down so completely?
Although the hospital ward's air conditioning was set to a warm temperature, wasn't it really cold lying there with not a thread on?
