Fortunately, this hotel was well-equipped, and even the first-aid kit was stocked with various emergency items. After Elly Campbell found what she needed, she quickly walked up to Adam Jones to dress his wound.
"Take your hand away."
She spoke in a low voice, and Adam cooperatively let go of his hand. The sight of the wound and the fresh red blood stabbing fiercely at Elly's eyes made her involuntarily gasp with a shock of cold air.
There was a large gash on his forehead, and dressing it wasn't enough—it needed stitches.
Elly looked at him, her voice trembling more than she herself realized.
"Okay."
Adam responded without a hint of hesitation, his dark eyes like a deep pool that seemed to suck Elly in, and as if with a magical power, instantly calmed her down.
"You do it, just a few stitches, no problem for Dr. Campbell, right?"
Adam said, the corners of his lips lifting.