The call bell at the nurses' station rang. It was Owen Travis's bed number three.
It was really inexplicable. After Liam Harris left, Owen Travis lay on the bed in a daze for a long time. The medicine had finished dripping, and when he noticed it, blood had already returned to the needle tube, and the back of his hand was slightly swollen.
He pushed the valve to the top to prevent gas from entering, half-raised his left arm and waited for the nurse to come. Soon, the nurse pushed the door open and Liam Harris followed behind.
Owen Travis was even more confused because Liam Harris looked so strange.
His wheat-colored skin was red, and when he walked under the light, even his ear bones looked red and burning. The key point was his expression. He lowered his head, pressed his brows, drooped his eyes, and pursed his lips very delicately. A lighter tone would make him want to say something but hesitate, and a heavier tone would make him speechless.
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