Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

Hackett did not go to the dermatology department directly. Instead, he returned to the inpatient department on the 13th floor. At this moment, he wanted to talk with Trevon. 

He had to find someone to share the grievances he had suffered. 

He covered his face with one hand. He had always paid attention to his image so he could not show his embarrassed side before nurses. 

He quickly pushed open the door of Ward 1314 and entered. Trevon was having breakfast and in a good mood, which was a vivid contrast to Hackett, who came in with a face full of injuries. 

The man on the bed was dressed appropriately. His hair was combed meticulously. He looked very handsome even in his hospital gown, exuding a noble aura. 

On the other hand. Hackett’s hair was a little messy. His clothes were covered in flower petals, and his face was covered in injuries. He looked rather pitiful 

The contrast was too conspicuous. 

Hackett was even more furious. He heavily sat down on the sofa with a gloomy expression and felt suffocated. Mr. Wilson was very carefree. 

He rolled his eyes at the man on the bed. “Mr. Wilson, reimburse me for my injuries. Look, I was disfigured when fishing for information as you instructed. After saying that, he pointed at his injured face with an aggrieved expression. 

Trevon stopped what he was doing and looked up. He glanced at Hackett and asked with a frown. “Were you stung at the bee farm early in the morning?” 

Hearing this. Hackett became even angrier. He got up and walked to Trevon’s side to let him see if he was stung by a bee. “Look, you think I was stung by a bee? No, worse! I was beaten up by a woman.” 

Trevon looked at it carefully for a while. He wondered who hit him so hard and felt a little curious. In a particularly good mood today, the man started to gossip. 

He did not sympathize with Hackett and said calmly. “Do you want breakfast? Here you are.” 

Hackett glared at him. “I was undertaking the mission you gave in the morning while you were enjoying breakfast leisurely in the ward. You don’t deserve my efforts!” 

Trevon said with a faint smile. “It’s for payment. I only asked you to investigate her situation and didn’t ask you to sacrifice yourself. So you were beaten up by Miss Landor? He had heard Hackett say a few times that Miss Landor was a tiger, but he didn’t expect her to be so ruthless. She hit people in their faces. This was how much she hated Hackett, or his face wouldn’t get ruined like that. 

Trevon, who was not involved in this fight, said in gloat, “How did you offend her? She specifically targeted your face.” 

Hackett crouched on the sofa and did not go to eat breakfast. He had been full of anger, and his mouth felt too painful to take in anything else. “How the fuck would I know? She beat me up as soon as she came up. Fortunately, I don’t hit women. Otherwise, I would have pressed her to the ground and rubbed her to the dust. I have to find Mrs. Wilson to deal with my face” 

Trevon narrowed his eyes, his hand trembling with a hotdog almost falling. He said coldly. “Find a nurse to deal with it” Hackett didn’t take it seriously. He just wanted to look for “Mrs. Wilson’ for help. Anything wrong? 

Jim reminded him, “Mr. Blackwell, why don’t you get a nurse to remove the thorns on your face? Otherwise, you’ll be disfigured” 

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. It was Frank Wearing a black leather jacket, black jeam, and a gray sweater, he walked in with a toothpick in his mouth. As soon as his slender legs stepped into the ward, he noticed the injured person on the sofa. 

Frank gritted his teeth and teased, “Did you watch the bee farm last night?” 

Hackett cursed in his heart, “Are you guys insisting on the bee farm’ Are you all blind? Is this a bee sting!” 

Frank sat down next to Hackett and stretched out a hand to turn his face over to take a closer look. “Are you a womanizer 

now?” 

Jim burst out laughing. He was so happy this morning. Mr. Blackwell was really pitiful. 

Trevon turned his gaze to Frank. “You’re not busy today.” 

Frank leaned lazily on the sofa with a toothpick in his mouth, crossing his legs on the tea table. “Didn’t you ask me to res? Lithern Club is open at night again.” 

Trevon smiled. Recently, the project on the commercial street had been suspended. Frank had too much work to do Club was closed during the day. After the Robert Group followed on the right track, the other but 

 

his father. Frank was not a patient guy who could not stand the tedious life in the office, so he preferred to stay at Lithern Club 

Frank was reclining on the sola. He really could not bear to see the thorns on Hackett’s face “Jim, do me a favor and call the nurse to deal with this broken face It will r 

nv moodTM 

As soon as Jim turned around, he was stopped by Hackett. “No, my injury has to be treated by Mrs. Wilson. I want to tell her the origin of my injury 

Frank pressed down on the toothpick and said casually. “So it’s the masterpiece of Miss Landor. Not bad” 

Hackett glared at Frank’s gloating expression. “Shut up.” 

Frank received Trevon’s gaze. He sat up straight and walked out of the door. He leaned one hand on the nurse’s desk and said. “Please give me some medicine and tools. Somebody gets wounds. 1314 needs them” Frank knew that under normal circumstances, they would not give them anything. They would probably reply that “Wait a minute. We’re coming” However, it was much simpler to get these things in the name of 1314. He did not want to waste too much time. 

The nurse looked up at the handsome man and was dumbfounded. She nodded blankly and shyly “Okay. She walked inside to get some iodophor and alcohol. She did not forget to share it with her colleagues “That man is so handsome. Ahhh, he looks so polite. This is the type of man I like. Maybe next time I should ask for his number. What do you think? 

Her colleague regarded it as a stupid delusion and persuaded her. “There is no ordinary man in 1314. Stop dreaming” 

The nurse pursed her lips. “How would I know if I don’t try?” She really wanted to give it a try. 

As soon as Natalie arrived, she saw a few nurses gathering together and whispering to each other, who glanced at the man at the desk from time to time. 

She was holding her helmet with one hand. Frank leaned lazily against the desk. He glanced at the helmet in Natalie’s hand and smiled meaningfully. A good helmet.” 

Natalie lifted her helmet and said politely, “Thank you. It’s from a friend.” 

She didn’t know much about Frank. The first impression he gave people was that he didn’t talk much and was as cold as Trevon. She found nothing to talk about, simply saying a few words and returning to the office. 

The nurse came out with the items Frank needed. She was a little nervous and mustered up the courage to hand them to him. At the same time, she said, “May I have your number?” 

Frank had no expression on his face. He said calmly, “I am gay. Thank you.” 

He totally ignored her shock and went straight back to the ward. 

She bumped into a colleague. “What’s wrong? Are you out of mind? Did you get his number?” 

The nurse was still in disbelief. How could such a handsome boy be gay? Why he had such a special sexual orientation? Could it be an excuse to lie to her? “He said that he likes men. Do you think that’s true?” 

The colleague shrugged. “How would I know? Maybe. Nothing is impossible. Besides, rich people can have some special habits. Look at the patient of Ward 1314. He only wants Natalie to treat him. There’s nothing weird about that. Rich people. are hard to deal with” 

The nurse sighed and said doubtfully, “But I still don’t believe it.” 

In Ward 1314, Frank was treating Hackett’s wound. He carefully used tweezers to remove the thorns from his face and placed them on the iron plate. Then, he disinfected the cuts. Hackett grimaced in pain when Frank was rubbing alcohol. 

Hackett frowned in pain. His eyes narrowed into slits as he turned to Frank and complained. “Can’t you be more fucking gentle? It hurts.” 

Frank said expressionlessly. “Don’t ask too much. It’s a free service. Do you want me to blow on it? You have to pay for that” 

Jun felt that the scene treating wounds was a little strange. Frank’s words were too humorous, so he had to hold back his laughter on the sofa. 

Even Trevon, who was on the bed, chuckled. “Since you’ve already done part of the job, so why not do it better? Go ahead and softly blow his face.”