"Wait..."
'No! What am I supposed to do if you leave!'
Sophie wanted to speak, but the bodyguard ran faster than a rabbit.
She stood still, staring at Gordon gasping in his wheelchair. She braved herself to approach and asked incoherently, "What should I do now? Or, what do you need right now?"
"Just stand there."
"Just that?"
"Just standing there is fine."
Gordon's voice was weak. Sophie knew that standing without causing trouble was the best option.
Gordon had helped her so many times, and seeing him in such pain now while doing nothing seemed a bit heartless.
Sophie thought of how caregivers in hospitals tend to patients and immediately said, "Wait here!"
"Ms. Sophie!"
Gordon tried to stop Sophie, but she was quick and disappeared in no time.
"Cough, cough!"
Gordon coughed. Sophie ran to the window, opened all the windows for ventilation, and then found a warm towel in the bathroom. She came back and told Gordon, "You have asthma, right? Take deep breaths now!"
"Ms. Sophie..."
Gordon tried to speak, but Sophie didn't give him the chance. Then, she started wiping Gordon's hands with the warm towel, easing his muscles and meridians. Sophie remembered that asthmatic patients needed to loosen their muscles to breathe smoothly.
"Breathe deeply!" Sophie helped Gordon with his breathing, saying, "At least we need to stabilize your condition for now."
She could tell that Gordon's condition wasn't severe at the moment and asked, "Do you have any medicine?"
"Ms. Sophie, you don't have to..."
"Never mind, I'll find it myself!"
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