The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey was also startled, as long as Tankard and Maximus looked like watching the fun, tsking aside to praise the thorns into the skin and how painful it was.

Old Mr. Heard pretended not to explain, looked at the good wine on the ground with his back, sighed, and turned to the backyard to wash his face.

Maximus saw Bruce’s face vaguely white, holding back a smile and said mysteriously, “Boy, for the sake of your coming all the way over here, I’ll tell you a secret.”

“What?” Bruce returned unconsciously, dampness in his hands.

Maximus sophisticated look at him, voice gradually lowered: “skin by this thorn pierced, will be very painful, the key is to cause allergies, will dead.”

Tankard did not agree, but his face was very cooperative floating pity.

A drop of cold sweat, down Bruce’s temples, slid soundlessly, staining the black T-shirt on his body.

He only wanted to be cured of his illness, but not to die in vain.

Lindsey dared not speak out against the heartless actions of her two brothers, but had to give Bruce a hard pat on the shoulder: “It won’t be so easy to let you die, don’t worry.”

After everyone had breakfast, Old Mr. Heard took Bruce to the medical clinic with the medical kit that Lindsey was carrying.

Lange stayed behind to install the electric water heater and also to take care of the boiling medicine.

Old Mr. Heard went up to the mountain early in the morning to cut back the thorns, which were already boiling at the moment.

When they arrived at the medical center, Old Mr. Heard led them to the acupuncture room at the back of the medical center.

The layout here has a front and back yard, with the kitchen, dining room, and toilet all on one side of the main house, completely separate from each other.

At first Bruce didn’t understand why it was such a troublesome layout, which was neither applicable nor reasonable.

Later Lindsey told him that all the countryside here burned wood, so it would be impossible to live in the house if the kitchen was located in the main house.

Bruce, after yesterday’s tour and choking on the smoke for a while, was impressed by her explanation.

“Take off your clothes, find your own way to the bed, and when you get there, I’ll give you the needle.” Old Mr. Heard opened the medicine chest and gave the order with a look of indifference, “Lindsey, let’s go.”

Lindsey wanted to stay, but considering that Grandpa had ordered this, he should have other intentions, so he followed him out.

Poor Bruce was left in the acupuncture room and was struggling to crawl to the bed.

After trying once, twice, and countless times in a row, he finally crawled onto the bed and shouted as if he were deflated, “Old Mr. Heard, I’m ready.”

Old Mr. Heard was deaf enough to hear his cry and greeted Lindsey back.

Lindsey entered the door, wanting to laugh but not daring to do so.

Bruce was so tall that both legs were sticking out of the acupuncture bed and were slowly sliding down.

“Help him turn over.” Old Mr. Heard pulled out the acupuncture supplies and set them up.

Lindsey turned Bruce over as instructed and laughed when she saw the red marks across his fair-skinned stomach.

“Go outside and get the alcohol when you’re done.” Old Mr. Heard gave her a disgruntled slant and extended three fingers to Bruce’s wrist.

After a few minutes of careful tasting, he picked up the other arm and did the same. After examining both hands, Old Mr. Heard moved his stool and put his hand on his foot.

Lindsey brought alcohol outside, sterilized all the needles as instructed, and stepped aside.

Old Mr. Heard finished checking his pulse and asked Lindsey to go back to see the medicine Lange had made, but hesitated not to give the needle.

Lindsey didn’t doubt it, so she answered and ran out cheerfully.

“Old Mr. Heard, do you have something you want to say to me.” Bruce didn’t move a muscle and asked tentatively, “Is it about Lindsey?”

“Yes. Lindsey is bold and impulsive. If you can’t love her for life, you’d better not mess with her, or don’t blame me for being rude!” Old Mr. Heard said, and the silver needle in his hand shook, sticking deeply into his leg.

“Old Mr. Heard, don’t worry, Bruce would rather die than let Lindsey suffer any harm!” Bruce met his gaze sincerely, with a firm face.

Old Mr. Heard smiled with satisfaction and continued to say to himself, “If you hurt her even a little, her brothers will not spare you.”

Bruce laughed bitterly and closed his mouth to stop talking. Don’t say he can’t afford to mess with the three brothers, is Lindsey, he is also not an opponent, right.

Besides, he could not spoil her enough, how would he want to hurt her.

Old Mr. Heard finished the first stabbing, squinted his eyes and carefully observed the movement of the end of the needle for a moment, then turned to get a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the reaction to the first stabbing on the paper.

Lindsey came back to see Bruce lying on the bed like a hedgehog, and couldn’t help but laugh again.

Bruce was embarrassed, simply closed his eyes and did not look at her.

After waiting for about half an hour, Old Mr. Heard greeted Lindsey together and slowly removed the silver needles, put them away and went to the backyard.

Unlike the backyard of the old mansion, the backyard here only has a circle of vegetable patch left at the root of the wall, with various wooden tools installed on the concrete in the middle.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“If this injury of yours is delayed for another month, the gods cannot save it.” Old Mr. Heard pointed to one of the small arch bridge, faintly said: “first lie down for half an hour, I will come to give you massage later.”

Lindsey could not help but interject: “I’ll do the massage, grandpa, this work is too hard.”

“Good, let’s get him up first.” Old Mr. Heard smiled gratefully and picked up Bruce, telling him to lie still.

Just then, there was a faint knock at the door of the medical clinic, and Lindsey was about to answer it when the sound stopped, sounding like a child’s prank.

The two grandchildren had just turned around after a few words with Bruce when a dark figure leapt in through the wall and yelled at the top of his voice, “Lindsey!”