Seeing those weightless fingers fall on him once again.
Victor Bennett's face changed instantly, the pain making it hard for him to speak.
"Go get an X-ray." Richard Shaw withdrew his hand and continued wiping with a wet wipe.
It was a deep display of what you'd call an obsession with cleanliness.
Freshly washed and fragrant Victor Bennett: "..." Why did it feel like he was a virus?
"Alright." he said sullenly.
The pain just now had scared him a bit. What if he missed and hit the wrong place this time?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt somewhat grateful that he impulsively brought Joanna Ramsey to the hospital.
...
Outside, Joanna Ramsey saw the two come out one after the other and quickly went up to them.
"How is it, are you okay?"
Although Victor Bennett might be fine, she couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, Victor Bennett felt he could barely muster a smile, only managing a slight twitch of his mouth.
"No, nothing serious, um, I'll go get an X-ray first."
