Chapter 398 Your Instagram Blew Up

Hall Mansion. It was late at night, but Quentin still found a doctor to treat the injuries on Madeleine's hands. "Done. Ms. Hall, make sure you don’t get water on your wounds for the next few days and try not to work with your hands. After a few days, it’ll slowly recover, and try to eat a bland diet if you can.” "Thank you." Quentin asked Mr. Gold to send the doctor home with an indifferent expression. "Did you hear what the doctor said?" Madeleine sat on the sofa and said helplessly, "Yea, I heard him. How am I going to take a shower tonight? Am I supposed to not bathe for the next few days?” Quentin thought for a while and said directly, "Ask Iris to come and help you." "... I think that’s not necessary. I think I can just put a plastic bag over my hands." Quentin's deep breathing subsided and he stared at Madeleine silently. Madeleine was a little embarrassed from him staring, so she smiled. “Fine, I’ll just not shower. I’ll go upstairs and rest first. I’m a little tired."