Chapter 799: Warm Things

Christina recognized Preston.

Christina asked, "Did you not take your medication that day?"

"The wound seems to have reopened," Preston said with an innocent look in his eyes.

Christina said, "There are many excellent surgeons in the hospital today. You can ask them to help you."

That day, because the doctors in the hospital were too busy, Christina saw Preston's arm bleeding continuously and temporarily helped him treat the wound.

Preston was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Christina to refuse to help him change the dressing.

Preston asked, "Is it inconvenient for you?"

Christina explained, "I mainly handle internal medicine."

Preston frowned. "Miss Mitchell."

"What else?"

"You helped me last time. Could you please help me again this time?"

Preston looked sincere and explained, "I just think it would be better to have the same doctor treat the same wound, and your technique makes it hurt less."

Christina hesitated a bit. To be honest, she felt quite nice when being praised by a patient.

Preston took off his coat, revealing a white shirt underneath, with blood faintly seeping through the arm. Seeing this, Christina's expression became serious. "Come with me."

Preston followed Christina to the treatment room.

Preston took off half of his shirt, revealing his well-built upper body.

Christina inadvertently glanced at his abs, admiring the tight muscles and the beautiful lines, a visual feast indeed.

Christina maintained her professional demeanor as a doctor and didn't dare to look more.

As she unwrapped the gauze, her brows furrowed. "It needs to be stitched again."

"Okay."

"Bear with it. It might hurt more this time."

"Okay."

Preston turned his head to look at a distant corner.

As soon as Christina started, Preston cried out in pain.

"Should I give you some anesthesia?"

"No need. Keep going."

Christina gave Preston a deep look.

Forty minutes later, Christina finished bandaging the wound. "This time, it absolutely cannot tear again, or you might lose this arm."

Preston replied, "This time was an accident. I'll be more careful in the future. Thank you, Miss Mitchell."

Christina packed up the tools.

Preston put on his clothes, his face sweating from the pain, but he smiled warmly. "Miss Mitchell, I'll leave now. I'll come to you to remove the stitches next time."

"Okay," Christina responded casually.

A few days later, when Preston came to the hospital to remove the stitches, Christina had gone out with Knox and Quincy, so Preston had to find another doctor.

That day, Christina returned home very late.

She came out of the elevator, yawning and thinking about taking a nice bath before going to bed.

When she reached the door, Christina noticed something was wrong.

'Why is my door ajar?' She wondered.

There were faint sounds of things being moved inside.

Christina's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong. Instinctively, she wanted to go in and drive the intruders away. Just as she reached out, she heard voices inside.

"I found something good again."

"Great, this is valuable."

Christina quickly assessed the situation and decided to prioritize her safety. Just then, someone opened the door, and a masked man stared at her.

A second later, the man glared at her fiercely and reached out towards her.

"Help!" Christina screamed and ran towards the elevator.

She had just pressed the button when the elevator stopped, and the door opened.

Christina glanced back and saw the man walking towards her.

As the elevator door opened, Christina saw Preston inside. She quickly got in and frantically pressed the close button.

Seeing someone in the elevator, the man stopped and didn't pursue further, retracting the knife that gleamed coldly in his hand.

As the elevator door closed, Christina's tense heart relaxed a bit. She leaned against the wall, pale.

"Miss Mitchell?" Preston asked with concern, "What just happened?"

Christina was quite brave at usual, but she was shaking with fear now. She realized that there was likely more than one person inside, and they might all be armed.

She couldn't recklessly charge in.

Hearing Preston's voice, Christina came to her senses, grabbed Preston's arm, and quickly said, "There was a home invasion. That man was a burglar."

Preston's face changed, and he grabbed Christina's hand that was holding his arm.

"Don't be afraid. We'll call the police right now."

"Yes, call the police." Christina pulled her hand back and took out her phone from her bag to call the police.

When they reached the first floor, Christina ran outside, with Preston following behind.

Preston said, "Miss Mitchell, get in my car first."

Christina thought for a few seconds and got into Preston's car.

Preston asked, "Should I take you to the police station first?"

"Okay." Christina nodded.

Christina frowned deeply, becoming calmer after escaping.

This apartment was bought by Lucas two years ago when she came here as an exchange student for six months.

Lucas had considered safety when purchasing it, ensuring the area was safe before buying it.

Moreover, most residents here were high-end professionals, many living alone, with regular police patrols and security maintenance.

How could such a normally safe apartment suddenly have a burglary?

By the time the police arrived, the burglars had already fled.

Checking the surveillance, there were three people, all wearing masks and dressed in black, avoiding the cameras on their way up.

It was hard to trace how they got in.

The police suspected they were recidivists, targeting single women. Recently, there was a similar case in another area where a single woman was stabbed by a burglar.

The police accompanied Christina back.

The house was a mess, and Christina didn't dare stay there tonight.

Preston stayed with Christina the whole time.

"Why don't you stay in a hotel tonight?" Preston suggested, "Given the situation, you shouldn't stay here for a while."

Christina thought the same.

After the police took photos and collected evidence, they left. Christina was still a bit scared.

It was already midnight, one o'clock in the morning.

Preston said, "Miss Mitchell, I'll take you there."

Christina nodded. "Thank you for tonight. I don't even know your name."

"My name is Preston Thomas."

The name sounded familiar, but Christina couldn't recall it immediately. "Mr. Thomas, thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss Mitchell. You've helped me before, and I would help anyone in such danger."

Christina's impression of Preston deepened.

In such a situation, it was very comforting for having someone accompany her to the police station, stay with her for so long, then accompany her home and to the hotel.