Although she didn't know what he wanted just now, she risked going against the doctor's advice and tried her best to cooperate with him. It was because she was worried, worried about his health.
The anesthetizing effect of Flynn-125 was wearing off quickly, and the tearing feeling on his back became more evident. Even though every inch of his bones was screaming, Baron Lawrence was in an incomparably good mood. He turned his head and looked at Enna Clark. Her seductive throat moved, "Say it again."
Enna looked directly at him and said again, "I said I'm worried about you. I'm really worried about you. I don't need to ask about your wounds, nor do I need to force you to the hospital. But at least, let me apply medicine for you and let me see your wounds stop bleeding. Otherwise, I would feel extremely uncomfortable, just like someone clutching my heart; it's very, very unbearable."
She used the word 'really' twice and 'very' twice.