Cynthia’s Cat

Seeing the pale Cynthia in his arms, Leon felt very distressed. If he could hope that he was injured, Miss Cynthia would not have to be so uncomfortable now.

"But, Miss Cynthia, your body is still very weak. I will hold you in."

Leon held Cynthia tighter, he didn't want to let Cynthia go for a moment, Leon looked at Cynthia's voice softly but was a little stubborn.

An impatient voice came from the room, "What do you do if you stop at the door? Don't come in yet! Too much blood loss can kill you."

"Leon, take me in." Cynthia's breath was a little unstable, she didn't have the strength to speak.

Leon took Cynthia into the back room, put her on the hospital bed steadily, and said softly, "Miss Cynthia, I will always be by your side."

Dr. DeWitt’s clinic has been open on this street for more than 30 years. The people who come to see him are old neighbors nearby. It is now more than 4 in the afternoon. At this time, DeWitt has closed the clinic and is going home. There were two troubles today on the way to Dewitt’s heart. Those who delayed his rest in Devitt’s heart were both troublesome, but they had already come to his clinic and had to be treated. This would violate medical ethics.

"Give me this sign at the door." DeWitt handed the sign in his hand to the boy and ordered the boy to hang the sign closing the door at the door.

The deserted boy stood motionless by the bed, only the unconscious girl in his eyes, as if he hadn't heard DeWitt's voice.

"Do you still want to save that girl? There are no hospitals around here except this clinic. Now you go to the next hospital. This girl has long died."

Seeing the unconscious Cynthia, Leon's eyes turned red. He picked up the sign in DeWitt's hand and said eagerly: "Doctor, please... please help her! I'll do it right away."

Dr. DeWitt raised the girl's hand and plunged the needle into her blood vessel. The girl's body, which had shed too much blood, became weak and must first replenish the nutrients lost in the blood. After cutting the clothes with scissors, he saw that the wound that had been simply bandaged had cracked open. He used sterilized scissors to cut the cloth strips used for bandaging. The wound had become inflamed. Dr. DeWitt narrowed his eyes, and he glanced at it. It can be seen that the wound was caused by a bullet.

"How can you use unsterilized cloth for bandaging? Is there common sense that the wound will be cross-infected and cause a high fever." DeWitt looked at Leon with a frown, and said angrily.

Leon has suffered many injuries over the years, and many times may die. Fortunately, he persevered. He was injured before and can only be simply bandaged when there is no condition. Miss Cynthia and his physique are not the same. The sterilized clothes may harm her, and the bacteria in the wound will cause the injured person to have a fever, and the body will become weaker and cause death.

"Sorry! Doctor, I...I'll give you all the money, and I beg you to save her."

Fearing that the doctor would not try his best to treat Miss Cynthia, Leon searched for all the money in his body anxiously, took out all of his body and put it on the table to show his sincerity.

"Don't worry about this, as a doctor, I will treat her with all my strength."

Dr. Dewitt used tweezers to clamp medical cotton to wipe the blood from the wound. Dewitt is more than 70 years old and he is still very professional. He sutures sterilized wounds.

Cynthia’s wound was much more serious than expected. Leon asked Dr. DeWitt distressedly, “Doctor, will this wound leave a scar?”