Chapter 83 Guimao

　　Carl picked up the bandage that Beth had just thrown away.

　　Fortunately, it was not thrown on the ground, but right next to Carl's feet, so Carl was able to pick it up. Then Carl struggled to straighten the bandage with his right hand.

　　"What are you doing?" Beth snatched the bandage from Carl's hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out heavily, this time very far.

　　"My little master Carl, stop making trouble, I will help you in." Beth stretched out her hands helplessly.

　　Carl smiled and said, "Thank you."

　　Then Carl held onto the seat and tried to stand up. As soon as his butt left the seat, his legs instantly went limp and he was totally out of control.

　　Fortunately, Beth put her hands directly through Carl's armpits and dragged Carl up. It seemed that she knew that Carl really couldn't stand up, so Beth directly picked Carl up.

　　I carried him off the seat and adjusted his posture a little; it wasn't that difficult.

　　"This…" Karl didn't expect Beth to pick him up directly.

　　"Are you satisfied? Let's go, little Carl."

　　Beth put one hand behind Carl's legs and one hand on Carl's back.

　　Carl put his arms around Beth's neck to maintain his balance, and took a deep sniff of Beth's neck.

　　Smells nice and makes hair soft.

　　Beth didn't care about Carl's actions, and Carl's actions were not excessive.

　　In fact, even if it was a little excessive, Beth probably wouldn't care, after all, she was just a child, but Carl didn't care about it.

　　"Is Carl hurt?" Dale was at the door and saw Beth walking over with Carl in her arms.

　　"There are some minor injuries, but more of me is a little exhausted," Beth said.

　　"Do you need my help?" Dale asked worriedly.

　　"I'm fine, Mr. Dale, you should go and rest, it's very late." Carl turned and said to Dale.

　　"Hey, Carl, don't move around, or you'll fall." Beth slapped Carl's butt in dissatisfaction.

　　Carl was indeed not heavy, but Beth was not very strong either. Although she could lift him, it was not easy.

　　After Beth had taught Carl a lesson, she said to Dale,

　　"I can do that. I'll just take him to deal with it. Dale, Carl is right. You should rest. It's late. You're old."

　　"I know what I'm doing. You take him in first." Dell stepped aside.

　　"All right."

　　Under normal circumstances, Beth would have tried to persuade Dale again, but now that she was still holding Carl, Beth was not at ease and had no extra energy to persuade Dale.

　　Good times are always short-lived.

　　After entering the door and turning a corner, there is the living room. Beth put Carl on the sofa, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down heavily beside it.

　　Karl looked at Beth and smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Beth, you are very kind."

　　"Humph, you just found out. Wait, I have to go look for it."

　　Beth stood up, walked back, and soon disappeared from Carl's sight.

　　Carl didn't have to turn his head to look. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. It was indeed very tiring this time, but it was worth it.

　　The biggest fork in Sean's life has changed direction, so from now on, at least Sean will not sink.

　　"Hey, brat, you're back."

　　In fact, Moore and Daryl had been sitting on the sofa opposite Carl. Daryl needed to give Glenn a blood transfusion, so of course he had to stay here.

　　Moore was also injured. Although he had been bandaged, he naturally would not leave since Daryl was here.

　　"More, don't bother me. I don't want to talk now." Carl responded without opening his eyes.

　　"Damn it, you were so energetic just now, or you are only energetic towards that girl? You pretended to be dead when Mr. Moore talked to you."

　　Moore took out a cigarette unhappily, and Daryl beside him said calmly, "Don't smoke in other people's homes."

　　"Shit."

　　Carl closed his eyes and rested. Although Moore's presence was quite noisy, Carl was too tired now. As soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't stop the sleepiness from coming.

　　"Karl, are you sleepy?"

　　Beth returned with a tray, placed it on the coffee table, and sat down next to Carl.

　　"No, I'm not sleepy, well a little."

　　Carl opened his eyes and looked at Beth.

　　"Shit, look at this little pervert. You have really learned a lot from Master More." More said unhappily.

　　"Hey, Mor, I really want to shove my sneaker in your mouth. I swear, there will be a chance."

　　"You bastard, wait till I recover from my injury, and then I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

　　"I think I should be able to recover faster than you. Then I will definitely be the one to deal with you."

　　On both sides of the sofa, separated by a coffee table, the two people were swearing at each other.

　　"Carl, be quiet." Beth patted Carl unhappily.

　　Carl shrugged slightly and shut up immediately. Although Moore's provocation continued, Carl selectively ignored it.

　　Carl knew that Moore was just bored and wanted to find someone to curse with him. Cursing was also a form of entertainment for him.

　　But Carl doesn't have so much free time.

　　"Karl, this may be a little painful, bear with it and don't scream too loudly, or it will disturb my father and the others. Do you need a towel for you to bite?"

　　Beth had already grabbed Carl's hand, frowning slightly.

　　"What are you looking for? Iodine or alcohol?" Carl asked.

　　Beth Yaner smiled, "Alcohol."

　　"Shit, no iodine?"

　　Carl was well aware that alcohol was the most irritating of the common disinfectants.

　　Moore grinned and said, "Hey, kid, maybe this girl just wants to see you screaming in pain. I used iodine to disinfect me."

　　"Dad and the others are using iodine. I can't go in right now. They're performing surgery on Glenn," Beth explained.

　　Karl nodded and stretched out his hand, "Come on, hold on tight, I can't guarantee that my hand won't flinch under the stimulation."

　　"Of course, haha." Beth couldn't help laughing.

　　Then Beth picked up the small bottle of alcohol and gave a final warning, "Your wound is quite long and deep. It may take some time. You have to bear it."

　　"I'll try my best." Carl didn't dare to guarantee it.

　　Beth nodded and said nothing more. She held Carl's hand tightly with her right hand and poured the alcohol directly on it.

　　"Hiss, hiss, hiss…"

　　Carl gritted his teeth, but couldn't help making a strange sound, and his left hand couldn't stop shaking, but Carl still forced himself not to pull it back.

　　Then Beth continued pouring, until her entire palm was wet, and there was alcohol in the wound.

　　Putting down the small bottle and picking up a cotton swab, Beth glanced at Carl, who nodded.

　　So Beth slowly moved the cotton swab in her hand closer to the wound, and at the last moment, it was not the cotton swab that touched the wound, but the wound that touched the cotton swab.

　　Because Carl's hands were shaking.

　　"Hiss, hiss, hiss…"

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