The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

At these words, Aurora’s face turned white and she reluctantly left the ward.

If she hadn’t been so concerned about Old Mr. Grant’s status, she would have torn Lindsey apart.

But no matter how cynical she was, Lindsey’s reaction was always flat, as if she never saw her as a rival.

Once the room was quiet, Lindsey padded over to the bed at the behest of Old Mr. Grant, lifted the sheet to look at Bruce’s injuries, took his pulse and reported each one to Master Roy.

After that he brought the x-rays of the injury, went over the problems he saw and asked with some difficulty, “Does Master have a treatment plan.”

“Let me think about it.” Master Roy twirled his Buddhist beads and had a very serious look on his face.

Lindsey stopped talking and stepped aside in silence to wait.

Old Mr. Grant’s face was also very hard to read, and the aura of murder that he had once fought on the battlefield spread out unmistakably, causing the atmosphere in the ward to freeze.

A few moments later, Dr Hunter, Bruce’s health care practitioner, entered the ward and saw that Lindsey and Master Roy were there.

Dr Hunter, Master Roy and Lindsey were all aware of the difference in the treatment of new injuries and old ones.

After a long silence, Master Roy pronounced a Buddhist verse and spoke slowly, “Unfortunately, I cannot see with my eyes, so if Lindsey’s words are true, this injury can be cured but it is not.”

“Master, don’t be so secretive.” Old Mr. Grant narrowed his tiger’s eyes and said with displeasure, “I bet it’s not your grandson that’s hurt, you don’t care, do you?”

“Don’t be impatient, don’t be impatient, you, the older you get, the bigger your temper becomes.” Master Roy joked, a harmonious face revealing a relaxed look. “It’s not too late to hear me out before you curse.”

Lindsey pursed her lips and exchanged glances with Dr Hunter, her tension, slightly eased.

Master Roy paused and added, “The good cure is because Lindsey is there, and the bad cure has to do with Lindsey.”

When Lindsey heard this, she had a vague feeling that she was being pitied, but Master Roy’s next words soon cleared up her doubts.

The so-called good cure was a half-month soak in the medicinal bath that her grandfather had prepared for Bruce.

And the bad cure was also because of that medicinal bath.

There were many herbs that were not available in the pharmacies in the city, and even if there were mountains in B, they did not have plants that were unique to the south.

Lindsey pondered for a few seconds and volunteered, “I can have the herbs I need to use, flown in immediately.”

Old Mr. Grant nodded reassuringly and turned his gaze to Master Roy, waiting for him to say exactly what the cure would be.

Lindsey and Dr. Hunter were also anxious; according to the medical records, Bruce had been brought back by military plane in the early hours of the first morning, and there was no guarantee that he hadn’t injured his brain if he hadn’t regained consciousness after such a long time.

Master Roy pondered for a while longer and said. “Lindsey, you stimulate the tip of Gu’s middle finger on his left hand with a needle and see if he wakes up.”

Lindsey complied and stepped forward, taking the acupuncture kit Dr Hunter handed her, while whispering a warning. “Master, the CT shows that the cause of his coma is suspected to be bruising in the brain that is compressing the nerves.”

“Just do as I say.” Master Roy said and recited another Buddhist verse. “Amitabha Buddha.”

Although Lindsey did not understand the intention of this action in her mind, she seriously stabbed Bruce with needles.

After a few stitches, a few drops of black blood emerged from the tip of his middle finger on his left hand, and he remained unconscious.

Lindsey then followed Master Roy’s instructions and gave Bruce the needles one by one, retreating quietly to the side when she had finished.

Although Dr Hunter had studied Western medicine, he had also read a lot of books on Chinese acupuncture over the years, but his technique was still a bit inferior to Lindsey’s, so he did not dare to say anything.

After waiting anxiously for about ten minutes, Bruce’s eyelids finally moved and his eyes slowly opened.

Old Mr. Grant was overjoyed and excitedly went to the bed and called out, “Bruce, it’s Grandpa, how are you feeling.”

Bruce looked around dazedly, his chaotic thoughts gradually becoming clearer, and spoke dryly, “Just feeling tired.”

“It’s good to be awake.” Old Mr. Grant’s tiger eyes fell into tears and he shuddered in comfort. “I’m glad I’m awake.”

A miserable smile appeared on Bruce’s face, his eyes focused a little on Lindsey’s face and he closed his eyes again in complete relief.

The moment he jumped out of the air, he thought he would never see Lindsey again in his life. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see that she had returned.

Old Mr. Grant was unaware of his thoughts and panicked when he thought he had passed out again. “Great Monk, Bruce why has he fainted again.”

“Let me see.” Master Roy fumbled for his crutches and struggled to get up.

Lindsey reached for him in time and carefully led him to the bed and sat on the stool Dr. Hunter had brought.

Master Roy sat down, took Bruce’s pulse and smiled away with a relaxed look on his face. “Young Master Gu is sleepy, he will be fine when he wakes up after a good night’s sleep.”

Old Mr. Grant’s tense nerves whirled as he heard him say that.

The group sat down for a while, decided on a treatment plan and left the ward together so that Bruce could rest better.

In the corridor outside, Mr and Mrs Aidan were relieved to see Old Mr. Grant’s calm face and knew that Bruce was fine.

Charlotte and her husband Mack were also relieved.

Only the Rhett’s, who were still waiting outside the door, smiled a little, and Aurora couldn’t smile at all.

Old Mr. Grant swept his eyes around the room and ordered once again that no one was to be disturbed while Bruce was recovering, except Lindsey.

Lindsey was not going to disobey Old Mr. Grant’s decision, and had a vague idea of his true intentions.

Aurora was even more uncomfortable than she was, but she was too angry to say anything, and was practically dragged downstairs by her parents when she left.

That night, Lindsey stays at the hospital, honestly, with Bruce.

Even if Old Mr. Grant didn’t ask, she would have stayed.

She was truly relieved to see him.

Outside the high-security ward was the living room, with a guest room on the side. In addition to Lindsey, Dr. Hunter had been assigned to keep watch in the ward.

But this made sleeping a problem. By ten o’clock at night, Lindsey was so sleepy that she had to lie down on the sofa and doze off.

In the middle of the night, she woke up with a sudden feeling of heaviness on her body.

“It’s a bit chilly at night, so why don’t you go to your room and sleep.” Dr Hunter yawned and nudged towards the ward. “Bruce isn’t awake yet, I’ve just had a look.”

“No, I’m a junior, how can I let you sleep on the couch.” Lindsey patted the quilt he’d been sent and yawned widely. “I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Seeing her insistence, Dr. Hunter sighed and got up to go back to the guest room.

The movement of the room door closing came, but Lindsey’s eyes were open, not at all sleepy.

As she lay there until almost dawn, there were strange noises coming from the ward and Lindsey had to get up and step gingerly inside.

“Lindsey … don’t go … don’t go.” Bruce’s eyes were closed, his hands waved feebly in the air, and his handsome face looked a little grim.

Lindsey paused slightly on her feet and withdrew her eyes in a mixture of emotions.

Bruce muttered for a while and fell back into a deep sleep. The yellowish light illuminated his furrowed brow, making it clear and striking.

Lindsey hesitantly raised her hand to check the time and retreated to the living room in silence.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The room was silent, the wall-mounted air conditioner blowing cold air, and she huddled on the sofa, her thoughts a jumble and a mess.

The moment she leaned back into the sofa, she suddenly remembered the injury to her back, and a vague haze rose in her eyes.

No one in town knew about Aurora’s plot against The Grant family. Now that she was back, the Palvin family was a joke, whether she was willing to initiate a withdrawal or not.

But as is her nature, she would never open her mouth until she had to.

After three years, Lindsey had thought things through.

As long as Old Mr. Grant gave his consent, she would continue to stay with Bruce.

It didn’t matter what people thought, she had no father or mother and her brothers were out of town, so if they heard anything, they wouldn’t be afraid to hear about it.

After clearing her mind, Lindsey opened her laptop, scanned the time in the bottom right hand corner of the screen and began to bury herself in organising the roadmap for the charity’s first event.

Before she knew it, it was dawn.

Lindsey stretched, picked up the phone that had been left on the sofa and dialled Adem’s number, telling him to get the herbs he needed ready and send them over from the air as soon as possible.

Ending the call, Lindsey craned her head to look out the window at the balcony and picked up her computer to get back to work.

It was just after seven when Dr Hunter came out of the guest room and, seeing Lindsey up, stepped into the room with a few concerned words.

Bruce was still asleep, and the early morning sunlight, pouring through the window, wanted to gild his body with a soft gold in both eyes.

Dr Hunter checked the data from the various instruments and withdrew gingerly, sitting wearily beside Lindsey. “Heartbeat is steady, just a bit of brainwave fluctuation, do you want to go and get some rest.”

“No, I’ll wait for him to wake up and go back after I administer the needle.” Lindsey put the computer down and covered her mouth with a yawn. “Why don’t you go take another nap.”

Dr Hunter waved his hand and smiled bitterly, “No, I’ll sleep later when I’m sure I can transfer.”

Lindsey was about to say more when Bruce’s voice suddenly came out of the room, “Dr Hunter, are you there.”

Dr Hunter said “Yes”, shook his head and got up, and walked quickly into the room.

Lindsey hesitated for a second and followed suit.

Bruce, who was not in the best of spirits, saw Dr. Hunter first, then heard footsteps and looked behind him with wide eyes.

The moment he saw Lindsey, his eyes, which had been dull, quickly gathered a burning brightness. “Lindsey …”

Lindsey stepped forward lightly, formulaic in tone. “Mr. Grant, may I ask if you feel uncomfortable anywhere.”

Bruce sniffed, his face frozen for a second, and shifted his gaze to Dr. Hunter. “Dr. Hunter, I have a few words I would like to speak to Lindsey alone.”

Dr Hunter nodded slightly and withdrew, shutting the door behind him.

The ward became silent for a moment, Lindsey’s expression flat as she turned and brought the chair over, placing it two paces away from the bed and sitting down with a flourish.

Bruce opened his mouth, his handsome face flushed with an unnatural colour, and spoke out nervously. “I’d like to facilitate …”

Lindsey looked up at him, three black lines instantly hanging from her forehead. “I’ll call the nurse.”

“No!” Bruce subconsciously raised his voice. “No other women can look.”

Lindsey scrutinised him coldly for a moment, choking him with exasperation. “All right then, I’ll call your wife right away, is there anything else Mr. Grant would like to say.”

“Yes!” Bruce made her blush with anger. “My wife is you!”

“Are you going to piss or not.” Lindsey was angry too. “Tell the truth.”