Chapter 227 High Fever

Erica's heart trembled slightly as she met Jefferson's piercing gaze.

"Mr. Carter, you go ahead." Erica suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and smiled at the soldier, "In fact, I am halfway through handling your wound."

"Okay, I'll have to trouble you then, Dr. Quartley."

"No worries!"

Erica lowered her head and continued to bandage the soldier's wound.

She forced herself to not be distracted and to focus on the treatment instead. However, Jefferson's gaze was exceptionally piercing. It was as if he wanted to see through her. Her movements became a bit awkward under his stare.

The ten minutes that passed felt like centuries to Erica.

After the soldier with his fracture was done receiving his treatment, he left the consultation room with his injured left arm bandaged.

Right then, Erica and Jefferson were the only ones left in the consultation room.

Her palms were covered in sweat. She stood up from her chair and looked at Jefferson, "General Fenoli, how can I help you?"