"I won't go." He was laughably domineering, like a child.
"Then go upstairs first, I'll search for some anti-inflammatory drugs for you. Does it hurt a lot?"
Cherish Turner hurriedly embraced William Griffith, but she didn't notice the slightly relieved frown on his face.
She had heard before that a toothache isn't a serious illness, but when it hurts, it can be unbearable. Cherish had also experienced the pain of growing wisdom teeth, so she understood. William suddenly began to have a toothache, but he stubbornly refused to go to the hospital. Fortunately, it wasn't severe enough to cause fever.
Cherish specially asked her colleagues for advice and made him some light meals.
During this time, Cherish talked to William about Lewis. She said that Lewis needed a blood transfusion, so she gave him her own blood. When she said this, William was visibly tense, looking deeply at her with clear eyes.