"So... it's beginning?"
Shirley looked at the man who couldn't move on the bed, and then looked at the doctors and nurses with fake smiles, she felt that she had done something to shoot herself in the feet.
"Didn't you want the venom to spread to my heart and brain, and then wait until I die?"
Braden's cold words choked Shirley from speaking.
"Er... It is improper for me to...?"
Shirley was embarrassed and wanted to run away.
She had never even held his hand before, but now she had to wipe his body... That was unimaginable!
The doctor was puzzled. "Mrs. Stewart, you are his wife. Who is more proper than you?"
"Er, what I mean, I'm not a nurse, so I'm not professional in it."
"Don't worry. You only need to wipe every inch of his skin, then massage it to promote the absorption of drugs."