Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3392 The Chosen Donor (1)

"I'm still a bit worried. Let me take a look in your room and change the dressing while I'm at it."

Luca knew Luke would not want her to worry. Therefore, she needed to see for herself that everything was fine before she could feel at ease.

"Alright." Luke knew she was worried about him, so the two of them headed into the room.

He took off his shirt, revealing the bandage wrapped around his torso.

Luca could not help but chuckle at the sight.

The wrapping was done by Gerald, and it was hilariously sloppy. It was haphazardly bound-overly tight in some places and entirely uneven. It looked like it was just meant to cover the wounds, with no thought for neatness.

"Stop laughing." Luke was clearly rendered speechless by Gerald's lackluster bandaging skills as well.

If it were not for the fact that it was difficult to bandage himself, he would never have let Gerald do it.

"With it wrapped like this, how are you supposed to sleep at night?" Luca asked as she began unwrapping the bandage. The front was not too bad, but the back was so messy that it was bound to be uncomfortable when lying down.

"I haven't been sleeping well," Luke admitted with a helpless shake of his head. "But honestly, it doesn't matter. Without you by my side, I can't sleep well anyway."

Luca's face turned a little red. Once the bandage was off, she inspected the scabbing wounds and let out a small sigh of relief.

The wounds did not require stitches, and it was healing well. Clearly, Luke had been following her instructions and had not been moving around recklessly over the past few days.

"How's the recovery going?" asked Luke.

"Pretty good," replied Luca as she picked up the iodine from the bedside table, gently cleaning the wounds before carefully applying some healing powder.

Just as she was focused on her work, a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" Luke called out.

"It's me," Gerald's voice answered from outside.

Luke and Luca exchanged a glance before he said, "Come in."

Gerald pushed the door open. When he saw Luca tending to Luke's wounds, he did not seem surprised. With a cheerful grin, he said, "I figured Ms. Craw would be here with you."

Luca glanced over her shoulder at him. "Do you need something?"

"Not exactly. I just thought I'd check on his wounds. Don't you think the healing's a bit slow?" Gerald pointed at Luke's chest.

The wounds were clearly scabbing over.

Luca immediately understood what Gerald meant.

For an average person, this healing speed was considered fast. However, for someone from the Island of Despair, it should be much quicker.

Her expression did not change as she calmly replied, "Everyone heals at different speeds."

"But didn't we take that special medication? This doesn't add up. Maybe you should run some tests, Dr. Craw, to see if there's any underlying issue slowing down the healing process?" Gerald was genuinely curious.

He had grown closer to Luke recently and thought it was a good idea to show concern.

Luca replied expressionlessly, "There's no need for tests. He's perfectly fine."

Gerald looked at her, then shifted his gaze to Luke. Both of them had the same expression.

Gerald instantly felt awkward. Rubbing his nose, he decided not to say anything more.

Luca carefully applied the healing powder to each wound.

Then, she finally wrapped the bandage with precision.

As Gerald watched her work, she could not help but compare it to his own sloppy attempt. He gave her a thumbs- up. "No wonder you're a pro. You do a way better job than me. Lucius has been complaining non-stop about how I've been bandaging him up these past few days."

"The way you wrapped it, anyone would lose sleep over it," Luca said helplessly. "This is the proper way to wrap a bandage."

Gerald leaned closer to observe, eager to learn.

Luca demonstrated once more, then handed him the bandage. "Your turn."

"I didn't know there was so much skill involved in wrapping a bandage. I thought it was enough to just cover the wounds." Gerald took the bandage and started wrapping it around the wounds.

With Luca's guidance, his wrapping turned out much neater this time.

"How's that? Not bad, right? I think I've got some talent!" Gerald could not help but feel proud.

Luca nodded and handed him the rest of the bandages. "Great, then I'll leave the rest to you. I need to check on the lab."

"Got it. I heard Mr. Shanks' research has made great progress," Gerald said enthusiastically, taking over the task. Luca's heart skipped a beat, and she felt an urgent desire to find out more about the progress.

She turned to look at Luke and repeated, "I'm heading to the lab."

"Alright." Luke nodded.

After Luca left the room, Gerald continued wrapping the bandage, muttering as he worked, "You and Ms. Craw seem really close, huh?"

"What's it to you?" Luke glared at the chatty man in front of him.

Even though Gerald's earlier work had been less than satisfactory, Luke had to admit he was different from most people from the Island of Despair.

Gerald might have done bad things in the past. However, he was not a bad person. He was just annoyingly talkative.

Luke was not used to having someone this chatty around. People like Gordan rarely talked when they were ruthless, but once they let their guard down, they could be just as talkative. Gerald, on the other hand, was chatty all the time.

His chatter carried his own unique charm.novelbin

While Luke did not particularly like it, he did not entirely dislike it either.

On the other hand, Luca arrived at the lab.

She had not been there in two days, so instead of barging in, she knocked on the door.

No one answered from inside.

Curious, she made her way to the volunteer's ward, where Shanks was.

When she entered, Shanks looked up. His expression remained as distant as ever, and his voice was neither

warm nor cold. "You're back?"

"Yes. Ms. Sanchez has been discharged," replied Luca. Her gaze fell on the volunteer in the room.

The volunteer was now able to sit up.

With Shanks' guidance, he was able to move his legs on his own.

Although it was very strenuous, it was clear that his legs were moving independently, without the aid of machines

or relying on other parts of his body for assistance.

Shanks remarked, "You'll soon be ready for the eye transplant surgery."

The volunteer's emotions surged with excitement when he heard this. "Doc, is that true? I'm actually going to

have the next surgery?"

His body had been recovering bit by bit every day, so he was filled with anticipation for the procedure.

Everyone had told him he would never walk again and that he would never see again.

Now, his leg function was gradually returning to normal. There was hope for his eyesight as well.

The volunteer was thrilled.

"Yes," Shanks confirmed. Despite the progress, his demeanor remained calm.

Luca could not find any trace of excitement on his face. It was as though the success of the experiment had

nothing to do with him.

After leaving the ward, Shanks and Luca returned to the lab.

Luca asked, "Mr. Shanks, have you determined the maximum dosage for the solution over the past two days?"

Shanks shook his head. "No. I suspect there's still room to increase it slightly."

Luca was slightly surprised. There was still room for an increase?

Over the past couple of days, the volunteer's condition had improved so much that she had assumed Shanks had already maximized the dosage, reaching a peak value.

Luca pondered for a moment and asked, "Mr. Shanks, who will be the donor for the volunteer's eye transplant

surgery?"

Donating even a cornea was rare, let alone entire eyeballs.

"A cadaver," Shanks replied nonchalantly. With enough money, there was nothing that could not be bought.

However, Shanks was not planning to source the eyes from the black market. He was exploring other channels to find a suitable donor.

As for Kassy's eye donor, Shanks had no say in the matter. He knew that Abel had already decided on the donor for Kassy's eyes.