The Beautiful Twins of the Mafia

Chapter.47

"Good, the stitches are still good and not torn, so there is absolutely no need to be repaired anymore" Ellia praised in a sincere tone and thin smiling face, she was used to being friendly to any patient.

So, how he still feels upset, he must remain professional about the work he is doing now.

'Basic, like I am unable to keep myself alone, this is even just an ordinary wound for me' Mark's inner self with his regret while continuing to watch Ellia who was still busy examining his arm.

Although when he woke up earlier, he had to brush his teeth with his left hand without changing his patient's clothes because of his injured right hand, but he did not feel any difficulty at all.

He also stepped very carefully and just hung up his injured arm without moving it at all, as he walked through the hospital bed.

"Mila, give the cream back to the wound that has dried and also exchange this bandage for a new one" Ellia ordered in her firm tone as she moved away, after she had finished examining the whole thing.

"OK" Mila answered quickly as she walked to the small table beside the patient's bed and placed a bowl of hot chicken porridge and a glass of warm milk there,then he immediately walked over to Mark's arm and did his job.

He also secretly stole a look at the face of the patient who had already caught his attention last night, only, he was embarrassed to want to show too much interest.

While Mark, he only focused on watching Ellia.Also, his attitude is indeed indifferent and quiet, so he will not pay attention to the small things around him, which he considers unimportant.

"Is your head dizzy or maybe it hurts now?" ellia asked, holding Mark's head gently with both hands, so that he could see clearly the stitches that Mark had received last night.

"No" Mark replied in a quick and serious tone, his firm gaze was still faithful looking calmly at Ellia's face even though they were both almost close together at this time.

"No?" asked Ellia again in her confused tone and in disbelief, while turning her gaze from Mark's forehead to Mark's face.

"No, I don't feel any pain at all" Mark replied with the same answer, but the answer was a bit long.

A few seconds later...

"Ehem..." Mark cleared his throat as he looked at Ellia, who was staring at his face without moving even a moment ago, even his hands were still on both cheeks,to make himself feel uncomfortable but in fact he can not do anything but obey.

"Young Miss, is there something on my face?" continued Mark with a confused tone and also a frowning forehead confused when he saw Ellia who was still faithful staring at his face earlier, how do you know there really is something on his face,to make Ellia continue to look at his face from now on.

"Well! No, no, nothing" replied Ellia who had just regained her charms towards Mark's handsome face, turning her gaze toward Mark's injured forehead back with a quick movement.

"Alright, all the seams are not torn in the slightest, so you only need to take care of the food and external treatment, so that all the seams dry quickly" continued Ellia with a quick tone and her firm face back, while keeping both hands away from his cheeks, Mark wanted to hide his face immediately to the ground right now, but he had to do his duty as a Doctor at this time.

While Mark, he still remained with his confused expression until he finally smiled amusedly in his heart as he began to guess why Ellia had continued to look at his face until she did not hear the dehem.

But then he dismissed his guess and chose to forget the confusion earlier, thinking that his guess just now was probably just his original guess.

After all with his position which he thought was so low from his family, Kusuma,he did not think or intend to have a relationship with Ellia or her family members Kusuma because he felt unworthy to be a member of his family Kusuma.

"Well, my assistant will take care of you here for a while or a few days" Ellia continued, because Mark is a subordinate of his Daddy to make him feel that he has little responsibility for Mark's safety.

"Young Miss, I don't need any of that" Mark said with a quick tone and a serious face because he really doesn't need any of that, he even intends to leave the hospital this afternoon.

Last night because she was attacked by the enemy, she had no choice but to stop and follow the car, which turned out to be her new Young Miss.

Though usually if he is suffering from injuries like this or even getting severe injuries though, he has had medical equipment and with a personal doctor on his couch there.

Therefore, he rarely went to the hospital but this time he was only able to give up and obey, because what he faced was the daughter of his Great Lord.

Ellia who wanted to walk away from before him Markpun immediately stopped her intentions and stared at Mark's serious face with both eyes looking at him.

"I don't care, whether you need it or not, but I will still leave my Assistant to take care of you for a few days" Ellia said in a stern tone that sounded not to be denied in the slightest,to make Mark inevitably have to obey him.

"Look, your right hand is not even able to move.So, don't want you to have to allow my Assistant to take care of you for a while until your hand can get back to health,I also do not want if later until someone will say that the Doctor's house in this big hospital has abandoned his patients" continued Ellia with a serious tone while glancing at Mark's arm.

"Well, Young Miss" Mark replied in a soft tone because he did not want to argue, especially, the opponent was his own Young Miss until he finally relented and obeyed.

While Mila, she felt so happy because she would be able to get close to the patient without the need for him to think of a way to approach her,to make himself continue to hold a happy smile in his heart and he thought to take advantage of this golden opportunity well later.

"Well, then, now I'm going to leave because I still have a lot of work in this big hospital" Ellia said in a lazy tone but also sounded a bit arrogant in the background Mark.

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