Chapter 11 – Healing My Disabled Husband Novel by Tracy Swift

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At 1:00 a.m., Aimee enters Patrick’s room.

She walked over to Patrick’s bedside and injected a syringe into Patrick’s hanging bottle with the potion she had already prepared before.

She had already seen the medicine inside Patrick’s bottle and knew the ingredients very well. Therefore, after getting the medicine Matilda bought for her, she made a perfect match with the medicine Patrick was already injecting.

However, Aimee’s actions scared Trace and the others.

“Trace , still not go to arrest her? If we let her do this, Master Patrick will lose his life.”

Trace is also very anxious, but, without hearing Master Patrick’s instructions, he really does not dare to act rashly.

His eyes could only see through the screen, staring at Aimee for an instant, hoping that she would not do anything strange to hurt their Master Patrick, otherwise, he would definitely put an end to her with his own hands.

Aimee didn’t know she was being watched. After she finished injecting the drug, she hid the syringe in her pocket, and then, she felt a wrench out.

This time, it was even more frightening to Trace and they drew a breath.

Having seen numerous big scenes, Trace also felt that Aimee, the woman, had some tigers.

Aimee went to the instrument she had pressed before, glanced toward Patrick on the bed, and then, like a thief, moved the instrument one side at a time, little by little.

The wiring box at the back was exposed, and Aimee crouched down and used a wrench to twist the six screws on it.

Trace and the others were all dumbfounded, this thing is a delicate and thin-looking girl can easily unscrew?

Aimee, in order not to make a sound, unscrewed screws, all hidden in their own pockets, was removed from the fender, but also held in her arms.

Aimee then tinkered with the inside for half a day, reconnecting the tampered with wiring.

Aimee was so engrossed in the recovery of the instrument that she completely failed to notice that the eyes of the man, who should have been asleep, had opened.

Although, from his range of vision is not able to see Aimee , but his eyes, is flooded with a cold light.

Even behind the screen Trace and others, only to feel a sudden drop in temperature, and even, has been silently raised the air conditioning a degree.

After Aimee connected the line, she climbed up from the ground holding the fender.

After operating the console for a while, it smiled with satisfaction.

Almost as soon as Aimee’s operation was completed, Patrick felt a tingling sensation coming from his neck.

This is the first time since his accident that he has had pain.

Patrick let out an uncontrollable whimper, his brow knitted.

Aimee heard the sound and gently moved over, reaching out to Patrick to adjust a few patches.

The expression on her face was very relieved, the medicine had taken effect inside Patrick’s body, and with the stimulation of the instrument, Patrick was able to feel the pain, which meant that the situation was more optimistic than she had expected.

Aimee took a tissue and wiped away the sweat that was seeping out of Patrick’s forehead, muttering in a low voice, “You seem to have a good base, so maybe you can get up sooner.”

Patrick’s breathing was already unstable from the sudden pain he felt, and now his chest rose and fell even more uncontrollably when he heard Aimee’s murmur.

So this woman, who has been sneaking into his room these past few nights, is trying to cure him?

At any other time, Patrick would have laughed at Aimee’s intentions.

However, just now he had felt the pain, which was enough to restore his hope compared to the time before when he never had any sensation.

Patrick’s lips were taut, and he was not eager to open his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to see how Aimee was going to treat him.

Unlike the previous times, the first few times Aimee sneaked in, observed, and then left.

Tonight, Aimee is at the bedside, keeping an eye on Patrick.

It was only when the day was about to dawn that Aimee moved back to the instrument, restoring the wiring to its original form, installing the baffle back, and even the location of the various patches on Patrick’s body, she was restored to its original form, exactly as it was at the beginning.

After Aimee leaves, Trace rushes in regardless, only to meet Patrick’s hawk-like eyes.

“Master Patrick , are you okay?” Trace asked.

Patrick said, “Go get the pill bottles and get them tested.”

“Yes.” Trace said.

Patrick did not tell Trace that he could feel the pain, nor did he tell Trace that he had heard what Aimee had said to him.

Although he had doubts about Aimee’s ability to cure himself, at the moment Patrick did not want more people to know that Aimee was the one who could cure him.

Before finding the person who did this to himself, Patrick had made a silent decision to keep this under wraps and not let anyone know that Aimee was capable of anything.

Patrick called Trace to his side and whispered in his ear, “Have someone protect Aimee, don’t let more people know about what happened last night, and in the future, use the same group of people who are in charge at night today.”

Trace nodded, and after receiving the order, he went out from the room.

Patrick moved his neck, and strangely enough, the pain disappeared again, and he became a senseless invalid again.