Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3388 Let Me Check Your Brain

Luca could not help but tremble with heartache.

She fought hard to resist the urge to rush forward.

Everyone in the room had survived brutal training to make it out of the Island of Despair, and they could not help but shudder when they saw the scene.

The sound of the whip felt like it was landing on their own bodies.

Gerald closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer.

It was too cruel for him to watch.

The ten lashes felt like an eternity, stretching on for what seemed like a century.

Luca looked at the drenched clothes on Luke. His eyes were red, and his shirt was so soaked that you could wring out the blood from it.

Her hands were clenched so tightly into fists that the veins were bulging.

Abel tossed the whip aside, looking at Luke's disheveled state with satisfaction.

He enjoyed the thrill of this bloody scene.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He turned to Luca, noticing her reddened eyes, and smiled even more devilishly. "Hera is in the hospital now. You'll go take care of her for the next few days."

Luca frowned, about to refuse, but then he added, "If you dare to refuse, don't blame me for being nice."

She swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth, forcing herself to answer stiffly, "Yes."

Abel turned around and left.

He did not stay any longer.

He knew that if he stayed, he would end up pushing Shanks to hurry things along.

He knew Shanks was doing his best with the experiments, but some things were too slow for his liking.

It was better not to be around to witness it.

Once Abel left, everyone scattered.

Luca walked over to check on Luke and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Luke detected a metallic taste in his throat. He thought about how Luca had endured these kinds of years on the Island of Despair, his sympathy and guilt toward her deepened.

If only he had protected her better back then.

Gerald also stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Let's treat your wounds first."

"Upstairs," replied Luca. Abel's strength was immense, and the lashes he delivered would have taken most people's lives.

Luke clenched his teeth and moved forward.

Luca said, "Let me help you!"

"It's fine, I can walk by myself." Luke shook his head. His lips and face were pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans forming due to the pain. They dripped down, mixing with his clothes, amplifying the pain.

He did not make a sound, walking straight up the stairs.

Gerald followed behind them, clicking his tongue. "Now that's tough."

He quickly followed, thinking that he had become quite familiar with him over this period of time. If he could help in this situation, he would.

After confirming that Luke had returned to his room, Luca hurried to the lab.

She pushed open the lab door and greeted Shanks urgently, "Mr. Shanks."

Shanks turned around, noticing her anxious expression. He frowned and asked, "What did Abel do?"

"He lashed someone ten times. Now I need to help treat the wounds. As for the volunteers..." Luca hesitated for a moment. She certainly would not let Luke handle his wounds alone.

Even with Gerald's help, she would still be worried.

If the wounds were not treated properly and got infected, it would be a real problem.

Shanks frowned. Abel's actions at this time were nothing but trouble for him.

"I'll handle the volunteers," said Shanks. He could see from Luca's expression what choice she had made.

Therefore, Shanks did not stop her.

"I need to get some medical supplies," added Luca.

"Go ahead," Shanks did not care.

If any supplies were missing, they could always send someone to buy them later.

"Thank you, Mr. Shanks." As she gathered the supplies, Luca also told him, "Abel told me to go to the hospital to take care of Ms. Sanchez."

"What?" Shanks frowned in displeasure.

"He thinks I didn't take good care of Ms. Sanchez, which caused her condition to worsen," explained Luca, "I need to care for her until she's discharged."

"How troublesome!" Shanks was irritated.

He would be very busy on his own.

Abel wanted them to hurry up and develop the medicine, but now he was sending Luca to take care of that woman. Was that not like pulling away his right-hand man?

Luca remained silent.

If Shanks did not want her to go, he would find a way to stop it.

If he did not need her help, there was nothing she could do about it.

Luca picked up a tray, which held various medical items. There were scissors, gauze, iodine, some powders to promote wound healing, and even a set of suturing tools and anesthetics. She had not had a chance to check Luke's wounds yet, so she did not know if they would require stitching.

She quickly left the lab.

Shanks watched her leave from behind. His gaze was deep and thoughtful, then he made a phone call to Abel.

As soon as the phone was answered, Shanks spoke directly, "You know my experiment is at a critical stage, and yet you sent Luca to take care of your woman?"

"If you need her, I can have her go back to help you." Abel's voice on the other end was equally dark. "However, if that's the case, you'll have to admit your feelings for Ivana."

"What feelings? What could I possibly feel for her? Abel, are you out of your mind? Why don't you come back and

let me check your brain?!" Shanks was furious, thinking Abel was deliberately getting back at him. However, this kind of revenge was meaningless.

It would only slow down the progress of the experiment, and that was no good for Abel.

Abel, however, ignored everything Shanks said and sneered coldly. "You don't have to admit it, but if that's the case, I'll just have her take care of Hera."

"I can't leave Hera alone in the hospital; someone needs to watch over her. I think Ivana would be perfect for the job. Her condition won't keep her in the hospital for long. It's gonna be just two or three days. Anyway, your experiment is already progressing so slowly. What's a few more days?"

Shanks took a deep breath, feeling that speaking further to the paranoid Abel was beneath him.

He reminded him sharply, "Fine, just don't regret it."

Shanks hung up the phone and began preparing the IV fluids for the volunteers.

Luca would be handling wounds and going to the hospital soon, so she would not have time to manage the volunteers.

On the other hand, Luca arrived at Luke's room. He had already removed his shirt, revealing a torso covered in

deep wounds.

Luca's heart clenched in pain when she saw this. Her eyes reddened, and her chest ached.

She stepped into the room, noticing his black shirt on the floor. Although it did not show any blood, it was soaked

in his own blood.

Her heart ached even more.

Gerald, noticing her reaction, quietly shut the door and spoke in a low voice. "His wounds are deep. Do you think

he needs stitches?"

"Yes," Luca responded, her voice thick with emotion.

"I'm fine." Luke frowned when he saw her on the verge of tears. His brows furrowed.

He hated that she had to see him like this, but there was no choice. Now, only Luca could treat his wounds

properly.

Luca carefully examined the wounds and asked for his opinion. "The wounds look deep, but they might not necessarily need stitches. Stitches would help them heal faster, but if we don't, it could take half a month for

them to heal completely."

Gerald frowned. "It shouldn't take half a month, right? We all took that medicine. Even without stitches, the wound

should heal pretty quickly."

Luca seemed lost in thought for a moment.

The people from the Island of Despair healed quickly because they drank that poison, but Luke was not one of

them...