Do You Think I Have a Fracture?

Clad in a pristine white coat, Jerry stooped with a small hammer in hand, intending to tap Jerome's ankle.

Jerome deftly evaded, a vigilant expression etched on his face.

"What are you up to?" he queried.

Jerry, impatient, retorted, "I'm here to examine you."

"We already took X-rays to confirm everything's fine. Why are you still tapping me?"

Jerome suspected Jerry's envy regarding his relationship with Vivian, seeking an opportunity for retaliation.

This old man was quite malicious.

Observing Jerome's expression, Jerry tossed the hammer aside, abandoning conversation with him.

He strode to the doorway and addressed Vivian, who awaited.

"Let's get him out of here quickly."

Vivian looked up, slightly surprised. "Don't we need to redo the cast?"

"His ankle has recovered, but his mind might need another look."

—A sarcastic comment from his own brother.

Listening to the conversation inside, Jerome muttered a few words under his breath.