At that moment, he sensed Raegan was still his and only his.

“I'm serious. Your presence is my cure," he declared.

It seemed he was nursing a serious case of lovesickness.

His sweet and gentle voice made Raegan's heart skip a beat.

But Raegan wasn't a doctor. How the heck was she supposed to cure him?

Soon enough, a doctor strolled in, taking a deep breath at the sight of the wounded Mitchel.

While the doctor attended to Mitchel's wounds, Mitchel remained stoically silent, only occasionally furrowing his brow.

The doctor sighed and said, "Young man, please take your condition seriously. Your wound has reopened twice today. One more time, and you might find yourself in the ICU for an extended stay."

The doctor meant well, but Mitchel offered no response.

Raegan, however, was taken aback when she heard that.

His wound had reopened two times today? What the hell did Mitchel want to do?

After giving Mitchel a well-deserved scolding, the doctor turned to Raegan.

"Miss, I get that young people are full of energy, but you have to be careful. If your boyfriend's chest opens one more time, the situation could get serious."

Tigo”

Blushing with embarrassment, Raegan was about to explain, but Mitchel beat her to it.

"Doctor, this is all my fault. It has nothing to do with her."

The doctor teased with a smile, "You were in pain earlier yet you kept silent. How come you won't even let me scold your girlfriend now?"

Raegan's face turned even redder at the doctor's playful words.

It wasn't the doctor's fault for having the wrong idea. There were bite marks around Mitchel's lips. It wasn't hard to imagine how intense things were earlier.

The doctor eyed the porridge on the bedside table and said, “That porridge looks delicious. It must take a lot of time and effort to cook something like that. However, don't take too much of it at the moment."