In the chaos, Emma Smith was picked up.
She leaned in Liam Johnson's arms. His embrace was warm, carrying a faint and pleasant male scent.
The abandoned warehouse was getting farther and farther away...
Emma Smith's tense nerves finally relaxed. She gently closed her eyes and immediately felt dizzy.
"Liam Johnson." She clutched his shirt tightly and called out with difficulty.
Liam Johnson looked down and saw Emma Smith's pale face.
Leaning against him, Emma Smith said weakly, "I was hit on the back of my head. Maybe I have a concussion."
Liam Johnson didn't waste time and immediately drove her to the hospital.
Emma Smith lay in the back seat, feeling uncomfortable waves after waves.
She felt very sick and wanted to throw up!
Liam Johnson drove with one hand and made a call.
[Uncle Lin, it's me, Shaoting. I have a friend I want to bring over for you to take a look at.]
[Maybe it's a concussion.]
[Well, I'll be there in ten minutes.]
...
After Liam Johnson finished the call, he looked in the rearview mirror and asked in a very gentle voice, "Is it very uncomfortable?"
Emma Smith closed her eyes and gave a painful, short moan.
That moan was fragmented and broken, sounding quite heartbreaking for a man.
Liam Johnson's voice was low and hoarse: "We'll be at the hospital soon."
In the midst of the discomfort, Emma Smith thought vaguely: I never thought a man like Liam Johnson could be gentle.
When they arrived at the hospital, thanks to Liam Johnson's connection, they were directly sent to the emergency department for an X-ray.
When the old doctor Lin got the X-ray, he held it up and looked at it, then smiled faintly: "Fortunately, it's just a mild concussion! Stay in the hospital for two days for observation."
Liam Johnson thanked him.
Doctor Lin looked at Emma Smith and asked with a smile: "Girlfriend?"
Liam Johnson said very reservedly: "A client. I happened to run into her."
"Oh, it's a client!" Doctor Lin was still smiling: "Shaoting, take Miss Client to handle the hospitalization procedures. Later, I'll have the nurse come over to administer the IV drip."
Liam Johnson didn't explain further.
He carried Emma Smith and sent her to the ward and also paid the hospitalization fee.
Emma Smith was extremely grateful. She wanted to transfer the money to him, but she was too uncomfortable and could only lie on the hospital bed fighting against the dizziness... In a daze, she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the IV needle had been removed.
Emma Smith felt a little better. She gently turned her head and saw through the window that it was already dusk outside.
A tall figure stood by the window, holding a mobile phone and making a call, his voice very low.
It was Liam Johnson.
Emma Smith leaned on the pillow and watched him quietly.
Liam Johnson had a great figure. At 186 cm tall, he was very suitable for an oriental woman to lean on! Emma Smith had contact with him a few times and had to admit that even if Mr. Johnson wasn't so rich, there wouldn't be a shortage of women pursuing him.
After Liam Johnson finished the call, he turned around and met Emma Smith's gaze.
She was very quiet. Her snow-white small face leaned on the pillow, with a kind of special fragile beauty.
Liam Johnson was stirred a little, but his expression was indifferent: "How much longer are you going to look?"
Emma Smith's face flushed and she said softly: "I want some water."
She originally thought Liam Johnson would call the nurse. Unexpectedly, he personally poured her a cup of warm water, walked to the bedside and sat down, and pulled her body over.
Emma Smith was forced to lean against his chest. She struggled slightly: "Mr. Johnson, I'll do it myself!"
Liam Johnson gave her a look.
His deep eyes showed no emotion, but he looked quite serious.
Emma Smith didn't dare to argue. So she simply leaned on his shoulder and sipped water from the cup in his hand. Whether it was Emma Smith's错觉 or not, she always felt that he held her a little tighter.
Just then, the ward door opened.
As soon as Doctor Lin entered, he saw the intimate scene in the ward. He smiled amiably: "How is Miss Client feeling?"