A Wedding That's Too Complicated

Celebrity Hospital

George Smith heard the voice, a trace of his anger flashed by, he actually did not love himself very much.

Stretching out his hand and pulling his arm, looking at the bloody wound, he held back his anger, released his hand and said very coldly, "Get in the car!"

"What are you doing?" Unknowingly Emily Aitken looked at him, George looked really upset.

Sea needle heart man.

"Everything is like this, are you afraid of what I will do to you? I'm not interested in his wound. I'll take you to the hospital to treat the wound." George Smith raised an eyebrow and smiled at Emily Aitken, speaking frankly.

Emily Aitken suddenly choked. He doesn't know what to say. He just had to remain silent and bow his head and say, "I'm fine, just a scuff wound. Let me go back and handle it myself. Thank you, Mr. Smith."

"I don't like to repeat words a second time."

George Smith walked to the side of his car, opened the passenger seat door while looking at him with deep eyes, and said lightly.

Under pressure, Emily Aitken got into the car with a confused face.

Brakk!

An expression of satisfaction flashed in George Smith's eyes, then he closed the door and entered from the other side.

Sitting in the passenger's front seat, Emily Aitken's eyelids closed, uniting all emotions and thinking silently.

Suddenly the figure beside her moved, Emily Aitken looked around her but unknowingly, without any prevention and instantly fell into George Smith's deep eyes.

Why is he so close?

"What are you doing?"

Looking at George Smith's indifferent expression, he was nearby, with his bent hands he approached him.

Emily Aitken was acting very tense and she didn't know how to behave for a while.

Wasn't this the thing he had wanted all along.

He couldn't help it either.

In an instant, Emily Aitken's mind had spun thousands of times.

Click!

A clear voice sounded from around.

It was like he woke up from a dream.

Seeing George Smith sitting back in the driver's seat with her usual expression, Emily Aitken looked at the seatbelt on her body and fell silent.

There was a faint red hue on his earlobe.

"What do you think I'm gonna do?" George Smith frowned and chuckled.

He did it intentionally.

George Smith deliberately wanted to see him embarrassed, even though He was only wearing a seatbelt and said that He could fix it himself, He wanted to create an atmosphere and movement that made ambiguous.

Emily Aitken then tightened her seatbelt tightly with a feeling of extreme annoyance.

George Smith stared at the front of his car as usual. She doesn't seem to know Emily Aitken's current interest, but when she takes a closer look, a slight big smile from the corner of her mouth proves that she's in a good mood right now.

In no time.

They went straight to the ER and now

the lights are still on.

"Scalding is not a trivial matter. The method of bathing and applying toothpaste and lard, are all ancient methods. It has not been proven by scientific research. This method can only handle minor burns. In this case, you should come to the Hospital first for treatment, otherwise you should stay here."

The doctor is in charge of pushing the glasses at the base of the nose and he used to teach hard.

Emily Aitken nodded in response, just as her teeth were biting on her lower lip, she just felt a little embarrassed.

George Smith saw a blinding wound on his white arm, his expression darkened, the atmosphere in the ER room suddenly became less depressed..

"Miss Aitken, Mr Smith, let's follow me to get the cure!" The nurse stood at the door of the ER room, looking at the faces of Emily Aitken and George Smith.

Both of these people were arguably celebrities in their Hospital. Each of them had their own family members living in the Hospital, plus the disappearance of Mother Aitken before, even the Dean was worried, how dare others ignore him.

When Emily Aitken heard this and was about to stand up, but reached out and handed it to George Smith who was standing next to her.

"You sit here and wait a minute, I'll take it."

George Smith followed the nurse and left the ER room, leaving only Emily Aitken and the doctor on duty, sitting opposite each other and the atmosphere a little embarrassing.

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk!"

The doctor in charge of covering his mouth who coughed slightly, broke the silence in the emergency room. "Your wound should not be exposed to water before it dries. I will sterilize this wound with iodine first. Compared to iodine, alcohol won't sting so much."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor." Emily Aitken put her hand on the table and thanked her very gently.

After George Smith returned with his medicine, he saw Emily Aitken lower her head, slightly biting her lips and silently holding her back.

There was a touching feeling in his heart.

He walked into the ER room, put the medicine on the table, then he watched coldly the doctor who was on duty applying the medicine to Emily Aitken's wound.

When it was over, George Smith came out

from the Hospital with Emily Aitken.

Standing by the side of the road, George Smith opened the front passenger door, but he did not see him move for a long time, his eyebrows moved slightly and he stared at him in an instant.

"It's late at night, Mr. Smith must be busy, I can take a taxi myself, so I won't bother Mr. Smith." He was really not used to being alone with her, even if he wanted to get in touch with the Anderson family, but think about it that way. One thing, doing is another.

"No need to get in the car!" George Smith heard those words, saw him dodge from her, frowned, his face sank and said coldly.

He's so mad!

Emily Aitken clearly felt the pressure coming from in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and had to step forward and sit on the co-pilot. It was inevitable that he would have the same misunderstanding now, and he was knowingly wearing his seatbelt.

The explosion!

In a muffled voice, George Smith closed the front passenger door, sat in the driver's seat, turned on the vehicle, and left the Hospital.

"Thank you" Emily Aitken uttered in a low and gentle voice. The two remained in the car, silent for a moment. Emily Aitken leaned against the window of the car and looked out the window and saw a quiet street, only the street lights were passing by.

His eyelids gradually became heavier and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

While waiting for the red light, George Smith turned to look at Emily Aitken and found that she closed her eyes, leaned against the car window, breathed smoothly, then fell asleep.