Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 619

Chapter 619: Chapter 619: Suppressing with Medicine

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The man who had been meditating with his eyes closed since getting into the car suddenly spoke, “Get me a dose of Flynn-125.”

The driver was startled and reminded him, “Lord, this can’t be taken casually, the side effects are too strong.”

Flynn-125 is similar to a stimulant, a military-grade drug used to boost the spirit and awaken the senses. Though it is also used in daily life, it is usually used as anesthesia. Because of its side effects, few people use it!

“If I ask you to buy it, buy it! I find you’re talking too much nonsense today, who gave you the guts?” The last sentence was already full of anger.

The driver hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, “Lord, I have overstepped my bounds.”

“Go buy it!”

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“Yes.”

The driver quickly returned with Flynn-125 and other medicines using some unknown method.

Baron Lawrence delegated the task of simple wound treatment to him.

Enduring the pain, he raised his spirits, took the medicine, looked down, and then tilted his head back to swallow it.

He could still taste the blood in his throat, and the taste of the medicine mixed with the taste of blood made it feel like his throat was being cut open. Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow and forced himself to swallow!

He cannot go back looking half dead like this, or Enna will worry.

As for the side effects, who cares what they are, he, Baron Lawrence, can endure them!

Just as the military-grade Flynn-125 promised, the excruciating pain in his body was suppressed, and exhaustion was instantly swept away.

Soon, the driver had completed basic treatment for the wound and waited for his next order.

“Go buy me some clothes.”

“Yes.”

Even the slowest driver could see his intentions.

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Is the Lord trying not to let Ms. Clark know that he’s injured?

The driver stole a quick glance at him, then went to buy clothes…

…

The Hilton Hotel was calm.

Since Enna had promised Baron Lawrence not to go out in the afternoon, she spent the afternoon watching TV with Bobby. When it was close to six o’clock, she began to prepare dinner.

In addition to the tomato and egg noodles she had promised to make for Baron Lawrence, she also prepared flour, planning to make flour glutinous rice dumplings.

Bobby saw her busy in the kitchen and came in, tiptoeing in adult slippers, looking curious, “Woman, are you cooking tonight?” Curiously, why would his woman cook dinner?

“Yes, I’m making dumplings, want to join in?” Enna asked him with a smile.

Bobby sneakily looked at her and muttered softly, “They’re for the Dubious Man again.”

His voice was tiny and childish. Enna heard him talking but couldn’t hear what he was saying specifically. She put down a peach-shaped dumpling she had made and hummed, “Bobby, what are you saying?”

“Nothing.” Bobby quickly denied it, and then hurriedly moved a chair in from the living room, washed his hands, and stepped onto the chair. “I want to help too!”

“Hehe.” Enna gave him a small portion of the kneaded flour.

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Bobby expertly took it, tore a piece off, and skillfully pinched a flat dumpling. “This is a seashell, for you.”

He tore off another piece and shaped an animal that looked like neither one thing nor the other. “This is a tiger, mine.”

Enna looked at him and smiled.

He tore off a little piece of flour, pursed his delicate pink lips, seemingly reluctant, but still imitated Enna to make a little peach. He muttered, “This is for the Dubious Man.”

He put the little peach he made for Baron Lawrence together with the previous two dumplings. The three dumplings of different sizes looked like a warm family.

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