In the upscale little apartment in Mirror Lake City, the family doctor did a simple check on Olivia Lewis's shoulder gunshot wound and re-applied medication to it.
After bandaging it, the doctor put away his medicine box and, smiling, said to the concerned man beside him, "President Sinclair, Ms. Lewis's wound is nothing serious, just a slight tear. The wound was healing well before, now part of it is torn, but after re-bandaging for two days, it will be fine. Ms. Lewis still needs to be a bit careful, though, not to let the wound tear open again in these two days, or it will be troublesome."
"Hmm, thank you, doctor." After thanking him, Olivia Lewis sent the doctor out.
As she returned, she saw the elegant and wealthy man lowering his gaze, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up, revealing a strong and powerful forearm.
