He found it funny. Putting on the bathrobe indifferently, he replied, "It's okay. I'll get Josiah to come over and have a look in a moment. Don't worry."
I glared at him and didn't know what to say. I went out of the bathroom and called Josiah.
After a few rings, the call went through. I said hurriedly, "Doctor Saunders, Hendrix's wound is bleeding again, and it's bleeding a lot. Can you come over?"
Josiah was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but ask, "How could it start bleeding out of nowhere?"
I was speechless for a moment, my mouth unable to utter the truth. All I could say was, "In any case, he's bleeding a lot. Come and take a look, I'm begging you."
After hanging up the phone, Hendrix looked at me with his arms crossed and teased with a faint smile, "Are you planning to tell him about my impatient actions?"
I glared at him and growled, "If you had restrained yourself a little, would this have happened?"
He laughed softly and answered helplessly, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."
Josiah arrived soon after. When he saw Hendrix's bleeding wound, he narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows. He looked at Hendrix and gave him a lecture. "This had better be a one- time thing. Make sure it doesn't happen again."
Hendrix shrugged and countered, "You don't have a wife. You can't understand the life of a married man."
What?
Was he implying that this was my fault?
Josiah sneered and placed his medicine kit down. He turned to me and said, "I'm a little hungry. Can I eat first?"
I paused for a moment and replied, "Minnie is still cooking. Could you deal with his wound first?"
Josiah found a seat and sat down. He raised his eyebrows and argued, "I'm hungry, so I don't have much strength. He won't die in such a short time."
Ugh!
Fine!
I went downstairs to help Minnie cook. I heard Hendrix's voice from behind. "You're getting older. Are you planning to be single for the rest of your life?"
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