Chapter 707: Her Protection for Him

The waiter and the chef freeze.

Especially the person holding the pot, he is dumbfounded when he sees what left in his hand.

Jasmine is so worried that she unbuttons him with trembling hands and says, "Take off your clothes.
Let me check your back."

She says with a trembling voice. It turns out that the calmest one is Pehry himself now.

Although it is very painful, Pehry can endure it. No one in this industry is clean. In the past, personal
revenge used to be very common and people could die of it. In short, it is no big deal for him to get
injured.

The scald is painful but not dangerous. He will be fine anyway, so he doesn't care about it at all.

It is Jasmine's reaction that has surprised him.

Usually, she seems to be disgusted and unwilling to be with him. How come she becomes so worried
about him this time?

Pehry suddenly feels that this scald is worth it.

However, he can't let Jasmine know his thought. He thinks for a while. Then he bends down and
pretends to be in pain. He says weakly, "God... It hurts so much..."

Jasmine immediately believes him. "Does it hurt so much? Hold on. Let me check."

When she is about to take his shirt off, Pehry stops her.

Worried about Pehry, she asks carefully, "What's wrong?"



Pehry looks around and says, "People are watching."

Jasmine is speechless. "Don't care about them. Let me see if we have to go to the hospital."

"Don't bother. It must be very serious."

Jasmine is surprised at his words. And Pehry quickly realizes that he has said too firmly, so he tries to
make up for it, "I mean, with so much oil sprayed on it, it must be very serious. You don't need to look
at it to know how miserable it is."

As he says, he picks up a towel from the table, throws it to the waiter beside and says, "Soak it in cold
water and then bring it back to me."

The waiter rushes to the bathroom, "Okay, okay!"

The waiter comes back soon. Jasmine takes it over and wipes off the oil on his skin. She does not dare
to exert too much force, fearing that the wound will get infected.

Seeing the wound, Jasmine wonders about how high the temperature of the oil has been to hurt him
like this.

After that, the restaurant owner somehow gets the information and rushes in. Seeing the red soup
spread on the ground, the owner becomes so scared and says, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Pehry. Are you
alright?"

Pehry looks at him coldly and says, "Do you think I'm alright?"

"No, no, no! I'll prepare a car to take you to the nearest hospital right now," The owner says and signals
the manager beside to arrange for it. When the owner walks in and stands in front of Pehry, he is so
anxious that he can hardly support himself. "Mr. Pehry, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that the chef
would make such a low-level mistake and hurt you. I am really sorry!"



Pehry listens to the owner's apology as he sizes up Jasmine who is busy taking care of him.

Just as he is about to speak, Jasmine steps forward and says, "You have been in the catering industry
and you know the rules. How come you would make such a mistake? You can't even guarantee the
safety of the guests. You deserve to apologize!"

Her voice isn't loud but her words are righteous; her white and tender face is filled with seriousness;
and her clear and innocent eyes are filled with anger.

Pehry has never seen Jasmine like this before. She has concealed her real personality very well, giving
people the impression that she is a weak girl.

But in fact, though it is true that she has the weak side, she is also very resilient and brave.

Pehry has known about this, but seeing it with his own eyes still makes him feel interested, and he
can't help but want to explore more about her.

The restaurant owner has not expected such an inconspicuous girl to say something like that. Although
she looks plain, she is with Pehry anyway. The owner knows that he can't afford to offend Jasmine, so
he hurriedly apologizes, "Yes, Miss, it is our fault. If you want an apology, I can kneel down and kowtow
to Mr. Pehry! But I really don't know how to make up for it now... "

Jasmine does not have a good impression of him. So she asks with a poker face, "Where's the car
now? Has it arrived?"

The owner hurriedly nods, "Yes, yes. Please move downstairs."

Jasmine turns to look at Pehry and asks, "Can you walk?"

"Sure." Pehry nods and puts his hand on her shoulder, "But I may need your help."



"Alright, you can put your weight on me. Be careful and don't twist your waist. The wound is still
bleeding now."

"OK," Pehry replies in a low voice. But he looks at Jasmine from behind happily.

Jasmine, with a height of 1.6 meters, is like a small crutch to Pehry. If he really leans on her, she will
not be able to stand up right now.

So Pehry leans on her with only one-third of his weight. He doesn't want her to be so tired.

Looking at her carefully supporting him and caring about him when he gets on the car, Pehry's heart
softens and his anger disappears.

Fine. He can forgive her for going to the party. It's not a big deal as long as she is by his side.

Pehry thought that Jasmine would not care about him, and even if she did, she would only be following
his orders to do things for him. But it turns out that she has done all of this willingly.

It looks like she has got the self-awareness as his girlfriend.

On the way to the hospital, the driver drives very quickly and steadily. Just now, the restaurant owner
has told him that the man on the back seat is the richest man in J City. If he gets unhappy, everyone
will suffer.

So, the driver has been very cautious till the car steadily stops at the entrance of the hospital. Only then
does the driver heave a sigh of relief.

Jasmine takes Pehry to the emergency department. Pehry's scald is very serious and a doctor
immediately comes to deal with it.



The public hospital is no quieter than Karl's. Although it is already night, the emergency hall is still filled
with people. Next to the temporary beds are walking crowds.

The doctor finds a bed in the corner for Pehry and draws the curtains for him. Jasmine stands by the
bed and watches as Pehry gets onto the bed. When the doctor lifts up his shirt, the wound has already
been as red as a cooked shrimp.


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