Ashbur immediately turned around and went to call the doctor.


    Not long after, the doctor came over, took the diagnosis report as well as the film, and talked to Dixon about Sophie’s situation.


    Her facial skin wound is too deep, the wound from the left cheek to the bridge of the nose, more than ten centimeters of wound, stitches a full 18 stitches.


    Although the absorbable thread was used, the facial wound was so deep that even after it healed, it would leave a visible and hideous scar.


    Dixon listened to the doctor’s words, only to feel his head buzzing, the whole person immersed in anger, iparable anxiety.


    “She needs to recuperate well now to avoid wound infection. And the wound healing process is very itchy, never let the patient scratch the wound.”


    The doctor admonished, with Ashbur on the sidelines helping to trante.


    Finally, Dixon let everyone out of the ward, while he moved a chair and stood at the bedside, looking at the sleeping Sophie with immense heartache.


    He took her hand and rubbed his fingers on the back of Sophie’s delicate white hand, her delicate fingers were slightly cool, making Dixon love it, but also followed the pain.


    Dixon regretted that he should not have brought Sophie to the Hidden Tribe.


    If he hadn’t selfishly wanted to take her with him, he wouldn’t have had all the things he has today.


    A girl who loves beauty so much, how can she ept it now that she is disfigured?


    Ring-ring-ring


    The phone rang in his pocket.


    He took out his phone, it was Morris’ number.


    After disembarking from the Lobsang River, Morris contacted someone to pick up the phone, and he didn’t expect it to be delivered to him so soon.


    “Second Brother?”


    “How’s Sophie?” After the call, Morris was concerned about Sophie’s condition.


    Dixon’s gaze involuntarily fell on the frail little girl on the hospital bed, his eyebrows slightly closed, a sh of pain under his eyes, “She …”


    Only spit out a word, Dixon felt a lump in his throat, “disfigured.”


    “Disfigured?” Morris was unsure, “Who did it?”


    “Vivian arranged for Sophie to guard Houghton and ended up hurting her when Houghton escaped.” Dixon’s emotions suddenly restrained anger, decibels also rose, “she is a little girl, how can that old thing cut her face? A wound of more than ten centimeters, a full eighteen stitches sealed!”


    Dixon clenched his back teeth when he spoke, his eyes bursting with bitter coldness, and he could not wait to kill Houghton immediately to vent his hatred.


    “… I’ll be right over.”


    Morris was silent for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say, and hung up the phone.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Vivian hase out of the ward, also woke up, and is hanging a drip.


    Also lying in the hospital room, Vivian asked Morris, “What’s wrong?”


    Morris sat in the escort chair, holding Vivian’s hand, with a worried frown, “Master Houghton hurt Sophie’s face, with a facial wound of more than ten centimeters and eighteen stitches.”


    “What?”


    Vivian sat up directly from the bed, but drew back a breath in pain, “hiss …” grimaced in pain.


    “You lie down.”


    Seeing her frowning in pain, Morris was very distressed, “You are really capable, broken ribs, all over the body is injured, but still brave to save me!”


    The mouth lightly rebuked Vivian, but Morris’s heart was full of heartache, almost overflowing.


    What kind of obsession was it that allowed her to ignore the pain in her body and drive madly from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.


    If he died, how was he going to live the rest of his life?


    Morris, after hearing about this matter, had a palpitating heart and wanted to reprimand Vivian, but finally could not bear to speak.


    “Don’t talk about me, hurry up and go see Sophie.”


    She took Morris’s hand, “Help me up, together.”