Tyler suddenly asked, “So, when can we do it?”

The question stunned the doctor.

“When can you–”

Rachel, flustered, quickly covered Tyler’s mouth and awkwardly explained to the doctor, “Don’t mind him. He’s just joking.”

The doctor only smiled and said nothing more.

When the wound was finally treated, Tyler was already drenched in sweat. Rachel grabbed a few tissues from the table and handed them to him.

With a lazy glance, Tyler put on his most entitled act.

“My hand hurts. Wipe it for me.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You’re acting awfully spoiled right now.”

Tyler reminded her again. “I’m the patient right now.”

Rachel shot back, “I’m also a patient right now.”

“Do you need me to wipe your sweat? I can help you.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes. “Didn’t you just say your hand hurts?”

“It hurts to wipe my own sweat, but it doesn’t hurt to wipe yours.”

Rachel was speechless. In the end, she couldn’t win against him and wiped the sweat from his forehead herself.

A nurse from next door came over. “Ms. Lloyd, please come back. We still need to give you your IV drip.”

Tyler immediately turned to look at Rachel. “You still have to get an IV drip. What are you doing here?”

“I–I just came to have a look,” Rachel said, touching her earlobe awkwardly.

The nurse added, “That’s not true. As soon as Ms. Lloyd heard there was a chance you might need an amputation, she ran over here immediately. We couldn’t stop her.”

Rachel’s cheeks burned, and she lowered her head, trying to make herself smaller.

Tyler’s eyes were full of amusement as he patted her shoulder. “Alright, she’s just shy. Come on, hide in my arms.”

Rachel clenched her fists. Tyler was truly shameless. If she hadn’t divorced William, they wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now.

At that moment, Yale entered.

“Mr. Hunt, we have news about Howard!”

Rachel’s heart clenched. She wasn’t sure if she had struck Howard’s vital area back then, but at the time, she had no other choice.

If she hadn’t done it, she would have been violated.

Tyler’s previously calm gaze instantly filled with hostility.

“What’s the situation now?”

“They saved it, but he’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation. Whether there’ll be any long-term effects depends on how well he recovers.”

Tyler snorted. “Seems the heavens are watching over him.”

“Mr. Hunt, there’s one more thing. Mr. Steven is waiting at the door. He wants to meet you.”

Tyler wasn’t surprised. Howard was the Ziegler family’s only son. Injuries elsewhere were one thing, but damage down there? If Steven Ziegler could just let that go, it would be strange indeed.

He patted Rachel lightly. “Go back and get your IV drip. I’ll come see you after I deal with this.”

Rachel was uneasy. “I should meet him. After all, I’m the one who stabbed him. It has nothing to do with you.”

“What will you use to negotiate with him?”

Tyler’s single sentence shut her down, but Rachel knew this wouldn’t blow over so easily.

Everyone in Yurelia City knew Howard had the Ziegler family backing him. In this city, he could do whatever he pleased.

Now, with an injury to his most vulnerable place–and the possibility of never having children–how could they possibly let this go so easily?