After the doctor left, Chad hurriedly pulled out the needle, bared his teeth, and got up from the bed. He said to Manuel, "Manuel, let's go quickly. These doctors are all capitalists."
Manuel didn't care. His injury was fake. "Are you okay?"
Chad didn't care at all. He was used to it. He said, "My body has been beaten a lot in the past. It's all right. Manuel, don't worry. I can even jump in two days."
There was no progress in the investigation. Manuel had to hold back his desire in meeting Ainsley. "Then you can go back. Contact me if you need anything."
Chad finally noticed that something was wrong. He gently pulled down Manuel's suit and found that the white shirt on Manuel's abdomen was stained with dark blood.
"Manuel, you are injured!" Chad opened his eyes wide.
Manuel's lips were pale, dry, and dull.
"I'll call the doctor over to bandage you." Chad was about to go away.
"No need," Manuel quickly called out to Chad.