Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 993

Jepherson was sent to the local hospital. Raeleigh held his hand tightly and followed him closely. She had been scared out of her wits.

When Jepherson entered the operating theater, Raeleigh was about to follow him in. The doctor said that it was not necessary, and they only needed to wait outside.

The door of the operating theater was closed, with Raeleigh pacing back and forth outside absent-mindedly. She couldn't sit still.

"The doctor said that it's not serious, and he won't be disabled, but he'll need a lot of rest. Don't worry, Miss Anson. Young Master will be fine." Stuart couldn't bear it anymore and took it upon himself to comfort Raeleigh. Raeleigh looked at Stuart and said, "Many doctors said so, but people still died in the operating theater."

Stuart was speechless. How could that be the same?

Jepherson only suffered from scratches, and his wounds weren't fatal, but in Raeleigh's mind, he was about to succumb to his injuries.

He couldn't understand why Raeleigh always had negative thoughts in her mind. Maybe Raeleigh came up with such a thought due to the environment she grew up in.

"Miss Anson, Yong Master is a blessed person. I believe in the doctor's words." Stuart had no choice but to say that. Raeleigh took a look at him and didn't say anything, but she was still on tenterhooks.

Stuart stood aside and looked at Raeleigh. Raeleigh was usually a very calm person, and he didn't expect that Raeleigh would be so anxious as soon as Jepherson got into trouble.

If Jepherson woke up, then he wondered what he would think of that matter.

Finally, the light in the operating theater went off. Raeleigh strode towards the door and asked the doctor after noticing him coming out, "Doctor, how is he?"

"He's fine. He's awake. Well wheel him out immediately and go through the admission procedure." After he said that, the doctor moved out of the way. The other doctors pushed Jepherson out of the operating theater.

"How do you feel?" Upon seeing Jepherson, Raeleigh walked to his side and bent down to hold his hands.

Jepherson's eyes that were deep as the stars and moon had a slight hint of tiredness. Seeing

Raeleigh, his pale lips moved. "Come here."

Raeleigh frowned. "Mmhmm?"

"Lower your head. I want to talk to you." Jepherson's hand was weak, but he still lifted it to press her head towards him as he whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid. I'll be fine."

After saying that, he kissed Raeleigh on her face. She froze for a moment. As he was pushed away, he slowly closed his eyes and loosened his grip.

Raeleigh looked at Jepherson in a daze. The doctor immediately said, "He's fine. Let's go to the ward now. I hope that the family members can cooperate with us and handle the hospitalization procedures first."

"I'll get it done right away. I'm sorry for all the trouble." Stuart turned around to deal with the admission procedure while Raeleigh accompanied Jepherson to the ward. The doctor, who entered the ward, helped Jepherson settle down in no time.

Jepherson's calf had a plaster on it. When Raeleigh saw the doctor leave, she immediately had a look at it. The wound was on the side of his calf. Raeleigh didn't know if it would leave a scar. After all, if someone like Jepherson showed his scar on his leg while wearing shorts, then how would others think of him?

Raeleigh had wild thoughts running through her

mind when Stuart hadn't come over yet. The first

thing she said after Stuart came back was if the

wound would leave a scar.

After Stuart explained that it wouldn't leave a scar, Raeleigh felt relieved.

Raeleigh, who had quietened down, sat beside Jepherson. It took her a long time to ask, "Don't you need a urinary catheter?"

When Raeleigh asked that, Jepherson was wide awake. He opened his eyes, stared at Raeleigh's blushing face, and didn't say anything.

Stuart felt awkward and said with his head down, "Young Master doesn't want that. We sent it back."

"You sent it back? Can that be sent back?"

"Yes, Young Master only injured one side of his calf. It's alright not to have it, but..."

Stuart felt as if Jepherson's gaze carried that intention.