Bab 860: Chapter 860: Treating the Wound on My Hand

Just as his irritation became unbearable, a warm and soft touch suddenly came from the back of his hand.

He saw a little girl calling out 'Brubby', squatted on the chair with her bare feet, stretching out her fist-sized little hand and placing it on his wounded hand.

He didn't make a sound.

The little girl imitated a 'hiss', the sound of someone inhaling sharply from pain as though she was the one who was hurt.

Her little body trembled, then she turned her head back, looked up at him, and said in a rush, "Blood..."

"Dad, blood..."

"Blood, blood, it hurts."

Baron Lawrence's frustration was immediately shattered by her, and his thin lips tightened into a straight line. He then put her back on the hospital bed, stood up, bent down, and said, "It doesn't hurt, Gigi be good, go to sleep for a bit."

"Dad... it hurts..."

Gigi wouldn't listen and stood up to chase after him.