Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 190: No Anesthesia

Ethan Sterling’s gaze fell on Selena Quinn, he furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Take her to the hospital."

Though he said it calmly, it was quite unusual for Ethan Sterling, who usually disregarded life, to make such a statement.

Seraphina Redgrave looked at Ethan’s injuries: "What about you?"

Hearing this, Nathan Ayers immediately looked over nervously. Seeing the arrow on Ethan’s body, he became even more anxious: "I’m sorry, Young Master Sterling, this was caused by my lack of foresight. I’ll arrange for a doctor immediately."

"Mm."

Ethan tossed the gun to Nathan, while his other hand continued to hold Seraphina’s, not letting go.

"Let’s go," Nathan said, then suddenly looked at Selena on the ground: "Young Master Sterling, they have the same injury, should we treat them together?"

Ethan glanced at Nathan like he was an idiot: "Call the family doctor to the hotel."

Why would he want to be treated with someone whose mind wasn’t right? Had she not appeared suddenly, he could have taken out the assassin directly.

The fact she insisted on getting in the way, truly was senseless.

Hearing this, Seraphina was a bit surprised. How could he not be touched at all?

"Let’s go."

Ethan took Seraphina by the hand and led her away.

Seraphina was about to leave with Ethan but then thought of something and said to Nathan: "Special Assistant Ayers, has the competition ended?"

She still didn’t know the result.

She had exerted all her effort to fend off any potential danger so Beatrice Fawcett could concentrate on the competition.

Nathan was about to speak when Ethan shot Seraphina an icy look: "What, you still want to go back?"

He had saved her and got injured, yet she still wanted to watch the competition? Did she only care about her career?

A tone full of male grievance.

Seraphina pressed her lips: "I just want to know the result."

"Are you sure you don’t want to go back?"

Ethan stared at Seraphina, his cold gaze sharp enough to slice her apart. If Seraphina dared utter something he didn’t like, he might just kill her immediately.

"No, because I can already predict the outcome. You should treat your wound first."

Seraphina spoke without any hint of lying.

"At least you have some conscience."

Ethan’s expression softened a bit, pulling her out the door.

As they walked, the blood from the wound on his shoulder began to flow more and more, trickling down until it soaked through his trench coat and reached his waist.

He did not utter a single sound, bearing it with silence.

On the way back to the hotel, Seraphina received a message that Beatrice Fawcett performed steadily, winning the grand prize, and lifted the champion’s trophy on stage.

Beatrice proved her strength and successfully propelled The Defiance Society into the national spotlight.

In the master bedroom of the Presidential Suite, Seraphina stood by the door, frowning as she looked at Ethan.

What on earth happened to Ethan that couldn’t be known to the outside world, so even though he was suddenly injured, he had to wait until Nathan returned from Sovereign with the family doctor.

Dr. Goodwin, who usually managed Ethan’s injuries, took quite some time to arrive from the Capital, yet Ethan endured it until now.

Wearing a lab coat, Dr. Goodwin stood nearby, frowning at the arrow wound on Ethan’s shoulder and said, "Young Master Sterling, the arrow has penetrated too deep; it would be safer to go to the hospital."

"Since I called you, just do your job, stop dawdling."

Ethan half-lying on the bed, his face was sharp, completely leaving no room for argument.

Ethan was always like this, king in every field.

How could the people around him dare defy him?

Seeing this, Dr. Goodwin helplessly glanced at Nathan beside him, and the two exchanged a look of helplessness.

Dr. Goodwin took out a medical kit, then took a scalpel, walked to the bedside, and looked at Ethan: "Young Master Sterling, no anesthesia needed?"

"No need."

Ethan spoke.

He disliked the feeling of being out of control.

"Alright, Young Master Sterling."

Dr. Goodwin donned his surgical gloves, prepared the necessary arrangements, and used the scalpel to cut open the flesh around the arrow wound.

Seraphina stood in place, watching as Ethan sat on the bed without a change in expression, giving Dr. Goodwin no trouble at all.

It was as if Dr. Goodwin wasn’t operating on him, yet his slightly chaotic breathing betrayed him.

Cold sweat fell from his forehead like petals, his hands, resting on his legs, clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Even the black cat tattoo on his wrist snarled with tension, veins popping up as if ready to explode.

Seraphina had experienced similar pain. After being injured in the restricted zone, someone had found anesthetic herbs to apply to the wound before operating.

Even so, Seraphina was in so much pain she almost fainted.

But now Ethan was enduring it without any anesthesia.

Looking at Ethan’s deep eyes and the veins popping on his temples, the events at the technology museum replayed in Seraphina’s mind.

In her whole life, she had only ever saved others; even Ronan Yates and the members of The Defiance Society owed her favors.

Only with Ethan, it was different.

Restricted zone, poison drinking, technology museum...

He had saved Seraphina three times.

"What a nasty tactic, the arrow has barbs, it can’t just be pulled out directly."

Even though Dr. Goodwin was experienced, he was sweating profusely, the scalpel cutting deeper and deeper.

Ethan’s face grew paler.

He sat there, watching a shadow cast by a fair hand reaching over to grasp his.

So soft.

Ethan looked up, seeing Seraphina standing before him, frowning as she looked at his wound.

The deeper the knife went, the more he hurt, the tighter Seraphina held.

Ethan sat there, looking at her delicate fingers, each one soft, and his lips curled into a wicked smile.

Suddenly.

"Hiss..."

Ethan suddenly grunted, then naturally leaned on Ethan’s arm.

Nathan was dumbstruck.

Dr. Goodwin was also taken aback, nearly making a wrong incision.

How many severe injuries had Young Master Sterling sustained before? This was the first time they had seen Ethan show such vulnerability. Had they heard wrong?

It must have taken a lot of force to make Young Master Sterling utter a sound of pain. He thought he was done for.

"Should we use anesthesia after all?"

Seraphina, never having seen Ethan in such a state, asked out of genuine concern.

"It’s too late to administer it now, hurry up,"

Ethan spoke hoarsely, his voice full of pain.

"Then hang in there."

Seraphina stood firm, gripping Ethan’s hand tightly, trying to lend him strength.

Dr. Goodwin stood still, methodically making incisions, his vision filled with a bloody wound, as he steadily navigated, slicing muscle and gradually extracting the barbed arrow buried deep within, slowly and tediously prying it out bit by bit.

"Clang!"

Dr. Goodwin tossed the arrow onto the tray; it was indeed a sinisterly shaped weapon.

"Ugh..."

Ethan exhaled softly; the pain was indeed severe.