"Mr. Oscar, calm down... I just came here to see Lisa's condition," Rangga replied with a confused look. The man averted his gaze from Oscar. He then pulled the chair beside the bed and touched Lisa's shoulder gently.
"How about your eyes, Lis? Can you see yet?" Rangga asked, leaning forward.
Rangga was so close to Lisa right now, so of course Oscar felt like he was being stabbed by hundreds of daggers. In a matter of seconds, Oscar's face, which had been flat without any expression, turned grim. His two eyes flashed with a burning fire of jealousy.
Oscar wanted to grab the thin man and throw him out of the room so badly. But he didn't want to cause a scene in the hospital like when Lisa was first referred to the ER. He'd had enough, he didn't want to disturb the rest of the hospital.