Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1122

Raeleigh tugged at Scarlette. "It's fine, if there's nothing, then we can ask Dr. Osteen for help."

Only then did Scarlette turn around. At that time, the other two dragged each other to the hospital, arguing, "Harica will be yours in the future, but this is mine. I won't say anything about you beating me up today. I'll pay for the medical expenses myself."

"Are you joking? Didn't you just say that Harica belongs to you? I'm stepping back. It's my fault in the past, and I'll apologize and pay for the medical expenses. I wish you two happiness."

"Are you kidding? You and Harica are a couple. Do you think I don't know what you guys are up to going in and out?"

Stuart watched the two walk away. He stood at the door of the medical room and shook his head, sighing. He might have never been in love before and did not know what it felt like, but nonetheless, he felt that what Jepherson had was only love. These two were just as obnoxious and should be taught a lesson.

However, it was Hadrian's business whether they should be taught a lesson or not. If he found out, then it was uncertain whether he might even cripple them.

While Stuart was waiting outside, Raeleigh and Scarlette had already spoken to Xanthus. Scarlette was lying on the bed, while Xanthus bent down to check on her, and Raeleigh watched him from the side.

With Scarlette there, Xanthus could not ask too many questions, but after examining her, he informed, "It's no big deal, but I think there is still some fluid in your knee. If it doesn't subside, then it will be inflamed severely in the future, and we'll have to suck it out with steel needles. It will be very painful."

"What should we do then?" Raeleigh asked hurriedly. Xanthus took out a needle. "I'll give her an injection first. Take the medicine I prescribe later, and I think there should be no problem after that. But be careful. Scarlett can't be walking for a long time at the moment. Although she appears fine, it doesn't mean that we should relax."

"We haven't eaten yet. Let's get the jab after having something." Lying on the bed, Scarlette was depressed at the thought of getting an injection. She was a martial artist, but her blood vessels were so narrow that it would take rather long to get the needles into her veins.

She did not want an injection. She wanted to look

for Deanna.

Xanthus took out a bottle of medicine from the side. "If you want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, then I don't mind forgoing your treatment entirely the next few days, since there is no need for it at all."

"Doctor Osteen, you don't have to mind her. I have the final say. Please proceed with the jab." Raeleigh also felt it was troublesome to have Xanthus go to their place every day. It was better to get it done here and go back in the afternoon.

"Raeleigh, I think you're crossing the line. I don't want to get the injection here. Why are you forcing me?" Scarlette lay down, pouting, as Xanthus gave the jab, while Raeleigh sat on one side. "Do you want to be in a wheelchair the rest of your life?"

The grimness of the question shut Scarlette up, but Raeleigh continued, "Get some sleep. It's not cold here. I'll accompany you."

Initially, Scarlette was not sleepy at all. However, as soon as she got the jab, she dozed off as if she had not slept for days. Raeleigh stared at Xanthus and asked, "Did you put sleeping drugs in it?"

Xanthus looked at her in return without saying anything. Then, he turned around to Stuart, who was guarding the door. Raeleigh thought for a while and walked towards the door. Although she wasn't sure whether Xanthus was trustworthy, she would not be convinced if she did not try.

"Stuart," Raeleigh called out. Stuart turned to her immediately, greeting, "Young Madam."

"You don't need to call me that in school, it makes me feel a little out of place."