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Chapter 1108 Thoughtful Treatment Methods

Chapter 1108 Thoughtful Treatment Methods

Anthony and Alistair were both stunned.

"Mommy, what are you trying to do?"

Mavis smiled and said, "I heard that plaster cannot be fixed for too long. It's not good for the skin and

needs to be regularly replaced with a new one."

Anthony looked at the iron chisel and iron mallet in her hand, frowned and said, "The plaster does need

to be changed, but I will go to the hospital to have it done. You don't need to do it yourself."

"I didn't need to personally get involved originally, but a couple of days ago I heard about a home

remedy for treating leg injuries that can help you recover faster. So it's better for me to just remove the

cast myself."

Although Alistair was young, he knew that hammers and maces should not be played with carelessly

as they can cause injuries.

And also, Anthony was pretending to be sick.

He immediately spoke up, "Mommy, there's no need to open it. Daddy..."

"Go ahead." Anthony interrupted little Alistair and said with a brave face, "I trust you won't hurt me."

"Of course."

Mavis smiled with her eyebrows and eyes curved.

She was already feeling relieved even before the plaster was removed.

Iron mallet aimed at the middle of the plaster, Mavis exerted force and struck down with it. The plaster

cracked, and Anthony's knee moved slightly.

Mavis pretended to be surprised and said, "Does it hurt a lot? It seems like your leg is almost healed."

Anthony shook his head solemnly and said, "It doesn't hurt. The car accident caused some bone

fractures, and it's likely going to take a long time to treat. I don't have much sensation, just muscle

reflexes."

"Oh, muscle reflexes. Looks like I should really try the remedy tonight," she said, continuing to hammer

the plaster.

Alistair covered his eyes with his small hands and dared not look anymore.

What if the plaster suddenly broke and Mavis accidentally stabbed the iron chisel into Anthony's leg?

It was really scary...

Compared to his worries, Anthony himself was much calmer.

However, Mavis still caught his microexpression and saw his Adam's apple move, indicating that he

was clearly nervous.

He pretended to be sick and bossed her around for so many days, treating her like a fool. It was time to

teach him a lesson.

She pointed at the iron hammer and struck the cast from below the knee all the way down to the sole of

the foot, causing more and more cracks.

Seeing that she was about to strike again with the hammer, Anthony took the initiative to pry open the

entire cast from the crack.

Due to the lack of blood circulation caused by the cast, the skin below Anthony's knee was completely

red.

Mavis pinched his calf and lamented, "It's really badly injured. The leg is turning red."

Her slender fingertips exerted force without any warning, firmly pinching the soft flesh of Anthony's calf.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Alistair covered his small face and exaggeratedly screamed out loud.

Mavis couldn't help but chuckle, "He's not reacting at all. Are you feeling the pain for him?"

"Um..." Alistair's small hand covered his face as he opened his fingers, and his round blue eyes stared

at Anthony. "Daddy, does it hurt?"

Anthony's jawline tightened and the corners of his mouth lifted into a relaxed curve. "It doesn't hurt," he

said.

Mavis sighed even more, "I exerted so much force, and you don't feel anything at all?"

Anthony lowered his gaze, the skin on his calf where it was pinched had turned deep red, and the pain

was gradually numbing.

He remained expressionless and said, "I don't feel anything."

"This is bad. According to reason, after being treated for so many days and even having surgery, there

should be some feeling. Could it be that the leg bone that was reattached has necrosis?"

Anthony looked up and met her gaze, asking in return, "If there was no possibility of my leg healing,

would you stay and take care of me for the rest of your life?"

"Of course..." Mavis answered without hesitation, "Of course not, with me here, your leg won't be

disabled forever. You will definitely recover."

She picked up the small stick and waved it in the air twice.

The fierce wind was extremely frightening.

Alistair bit his small pillow and nervously watched, as if he was more afraid than the person involved.

Mavis said, "This folk remedy is said to be very effective. If you don't mind, I'll start now."

Swoosh - Crack!

Without giving Anthony a chance to refuse, she held onto the small stick and fiercely struck his leg.

The already poor-circulated and reddened skin gradually revealed a deep red scar.

Alistair's small shoulders shook with the sound of the howling wind.

Anthony, on the other hand, remained calm and didn't even move his knees a bit. He was truly Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

unmoved and unperturbed.

Mavis was well aware of the force she used, and it should have been excruciatingly painful. Yet, the

scumbag managed to maintain a poker face, displaying an impressive level of composure.

Her usual question was, "Do you feel anything?"

Anthony shook his head reluctantly.

The small stick traced a graceful arc in the air, landing five consecutive blows on Anthony's lower leg

with precision and intensity, leaving no room for escape.

"Ah ah ah! He's going to die!"

Alistair was clutching the small pillow and wailing beside as if he were being beaten with the stick.

Anthony struggled to take two breaths and his long curled eyelashes trembled slightly. This was

already the strongest reaction he could muster under his strong endurance.

Despite his reluctance to think negatively, he still noticed that Mavis' behavior tonight was very

targeted.

"Where did you hear this folk remedy from? Are you sure it's not a scam?"

Mavis nodded firmly and said, "It's not a scam. It's because of your leg. Prolonged lack of blood

circulation and insufficient blood supply can cause numbness in the lower leg. This method can

promote blood circulation."

Nonsense spoken with a straight face.

Beside them, Alistair looked at the six red marks across Anthony's soft calf and made a playful

expression. He tugged at Anthony's sleeve and softly advised, "Daddy, it's better to say it hurts to avoid

any losses. Mommy means it tonight."

Anthony took a deep breath but still shook his head.

Mavis raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that the service was not up to par and more effort was

needed.

The small stick swung and relentlessly struck down.

The sound of swooshing cut through the air as the stick hit the flesh.

Mavis's expression, however, was very gentle, as if she were giving him a foot massage.

Anthony finally managed to prop himself up after who knew how many times the stick fell. He used his

arms to push himself up and shifted his legs backwards a bit.

Although his calf muscles were trembling slightly, his voice remained steady and he said, "It's okay, I

can feel it now."

Mavis grabbed hold of his ankle and took the opportunity to say, "It seems like my remedy is really

effective. I told you, your leg won't stay lame. It will definitely heal."

She lowered her gaze and examined the injury on Anthony's leg.

The left calf was covered in irregular purplish bruises, and the entire leg was swollen, appearing much

larger than the right calf.

She frowned as she watched, "Let's move on to the next treatment method while you regain

consciousness tonight."

Setting down the thin stick, Mavis picked up the hammer again, using the thicker handle to forcefully

pound Anthony's soles.

This was an acupressure techniques.

She needed something genuine to make it look authentic.

But she knew that massaging the soles of the feet with force could be painful as well.

If Anthony enjoyed pretending to be sick so much, then tonight she would let him fully indulge in it and

see how long he could endure!