Chapter 76 Ramsey, Kneel Down, and Kowtow for Medical Treatment!
A City Hospital, Inpatient Department.
Inside the ward.
Holland sat obediently on the hospital bed, looking at Beckett in front of her.
"Beckett," her voice choked up.
"Good child, you've been wronged," Beckett sighed. "There was a reason I didn't tell you my identity at first."
He had to step forward now because of the circumstances. If possible, Beckett preferred not to appear in the sight of those people.
"I don't blame you. I was just surprised," Holland said.
Upon hearing her words, Beckett smiled and said, "Let me see your hands."
Holland obediently extended her hands wrapped in bandages. Beckett carefully unwrapped the bandages on her hands, layer by layer.
Revealing the injured fingers. After the surgery, her fingers were still swollen and looked quite frightening. Beckett focused on treating her.
On the other side of the ward, Dalvin reached out and poked Covington, who was standing beside him, whispering, "Will her hand heal?"
Covington turned his head and gave him a cold glance.
Dalvin slapped his mouth and said, "I misspoke. She will definitely recover."
He added, "Have I done well with the tasks you assigned to me? Am I impressive?" He hadn't rested for a long time and was now very tired. He had slept with all the female models at the club. He was rich and skilled in bed.
Many women wanted to be with him.
"Impressive," Covington said casually.
Dalvin was not satisfied.
He then asked, "Has your infertility been cured?"
Covington didn't want to engage with him. His attention was all on Holland.
"You're talking to me. We've been waiting, and it's boring. I bet Ramsey must be feeling particularly uncomfortable now," Dalvin kept talking.
Upon hearing this, Covington coldly said, "Of course, he should be suffering."
Dalvin became even more excited upon hearing his response.
"Cov, do you have any other plans? Holland is injured like this. You surely won't let it go," Dalvin speculated.
Covington gave him a faint smile. His gaze was icy. Dalvin shuddered.
He didn't dare to offend Covington!
Beckett looked at Dalvin and said, "Pour a glass of water."
"Sure!"
Dalvin bent down to pour a glass of water and handed it to him. "Mr. Kendrick, here's your water."
He called out particularly politely.
"Young man, you've been indulging in too much sex lately, sweating a lot. You should speak less and drink more water," Beckett said indifferently. He found him too noisy.
Dalvin nodded. He had indeed been indulging excessively lately.
Holland and Covington exchanged a glance and smiled.
She asked, "Beckett, will my hand heal?"
Beckett reassured her, "Of course! It just needs to be treated elsewhere. This hospital isn't suitable for the treatment. Covington, go handle the discharge procedures."
"Okay," Covington responded.
Holland was puzzled but didn't ask further.
It wasn't until they completed the discharge procedures and walked out of the hospital gates that she suddenly understood.
There were many Beckett fans outside the hospital, all middle-aged. At this moment, middle-aged people were even more fanatical about idolizing than young people.
"Mr. Kendrick, I love you!"
"Beckett, thank you!"
"Beckett, you saved my mother!"
They shouted, choked up, expressing their joy fervently!
Holland was deeply moved. She was lucky to have been taught by Mr. Kendrick since she was young!
The security guards stopped them, and Tate escorted them out.
"Wait!" A weak voice sounded.
At the end of the hospital corridor, Morgan, dressed in a patient gown, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out.
They stopped at the hospital entrance.
Ramsey's family stood beside him, their faces very solemn.
Especially Ramsey, he stared intently at Covington's legs, regretting not killing him!
"Cov, wait for me!"
Morgan shouted laboriously, his eyes showing a bit more sincerity. His illness had tortured him into a thin figure. Covington ignored him.
Roman came out and stood in front of Beckett, respectfully saying, "Mr. Beckett Sr., the Drakes' Family is willing to offer.”