Chapter 991: Don’t be too late
[Over an hour ago...]
"I’m done!" Primo announced, earning everyone’s attention who heard him. "I’m out."
Tiger and Fig, who were sitting up on each of their bed looked at Primo with mixed emotions. Moose, on the other hand, continued checking on Ivy. But Ivy couldn’t help but slide her eyes to the corner while Moose was checking her mouth.
Just now, Moose came into their ward to check on them. Their health had improved drastically. Thus, this could be Moose’s last check-up and decide if they could be discharged. However, when Moose came in, aside from a few medical staff with him, Primo was also following the group.
"Moose, isn’t this guy also a patient?" asked Tiger, pointing at Primo. "How come he was always all over the place?"
Moose flashed a light in Ivy’s eyes as he returned. "He’s the most problematic patient I ever handled. At this point, I am thinking of transferring him to a psychiatric ward."
"Are your wounds healed up?" Fig asked Primo. "If you’re not fine, you can’t get back to work."
"What work?" Primo scrunched up his nose. "I’m not injured that much, alright? Thanks to my prosthetics, I feel like I also earned a shield."
"What a convenient thing to have."
Primo huffed and crossed his arms, standing in the middle of the ward while everyone was busy with their own business. "Stretching some muscles every day is a lot better for me, but that isn’t my point. I’m leaving."
"And where in the hell are you going?" Tiger asked with an arched brow. "Are you planning to march to your own death?"