Chapter 98: Treating the Wound

He reigned in all his emotions, clearing the food boxes on his desk with a sweep of an arm that dumped them right into the rubbish bin.

The scattered porridge filled the bin and the aroma of rice grew even richer.

A nurse walked in carrying a first-aid kit. Unable to find the girl who had been clutching her hand earlier, she noticed the wasted porridge in the bin and murmured in pity, "Such good porridge, what a shame to be wasted like this."

The nurse was unaware of the situation, assuming that the girl she had seen before was the young patient's girlfriend, who had brought him food.

Upon hearing her words, the teenager on the hospital bed merely furrowed his brows, closing his eyes.

When he next opened his eyes, he had resumed his usual innocent appearance, talking in a harmless, youthful manner. "That was my fault, could you please toss it out for me, Nurse?"