Seeing the cold sweat soaking his forehead, Amelia couldn't bear it any longer. She helped him sit down on the sofa, found some stomach medicine from the medical kit, and poured him a cup of warm water. "Take this stomach medicine first, and just bear with the headache."
Painkillers would only irritate his stomach, making his stomachache worse – like drinking poison to quench thirst.
However, the man didn't take the cup of water. Instead, he leaned on the back of the sofa and groaned, "I'm weak, you'll have to feed it to me."
Amelia, "…"
"Taking advantage of my kindness, huh?"
He looked innocent, "I have a headache and a stomachache. There's an old saying about a doctor's benevolence. Even if I'm just an ordinary patient, wouldn't it be reasonable to ask you to feed me some medicine?"
"..." A grown man was actually trying to act pitiful in front of her?
She quirked an eyebrow, "You're right, doctors should have a parental heart. I'll treat you like my own son."
"..."
