Jennifer stared at him and couldn't say a word. The male doctor was already in his forties or fifties. Even if he was a doctor, she couldn't stand him applying ointment for her.
Anthony narrowed his eyes. "You haven't answered me yet. Are you sure you want the male doctor to apply the ointment for you?"
Seeing that he was about to open the door, Jennifer stopped him with a weak voice. "No, you can do it!"
Anthony turned back to the bedside with a smile. "Let me tell you that you were the one who asked me to do so. It's not that I want to apply the ointment for you. The smell of the ointment is so unpleasant and terrible. You are injured all over. You look so ugly. Who would like to help you?"
While saying those words, he skillfully unbuttoned Jennifer's clothes. Jennifer's face turned
