Chapter 21.2 Confrontation
Rafael left before the banquet began. Doctor Polly had been waiting in his reception room for more than an hour. When he saw him come in, he glared at him and placed the tools in his medical bag with a bang. The Pope, who had been playing tricks just now, sat down immediately and put on a docile and innocent expression.
“Your clothes,” Polly said stiffly.
Rafael obediently pulled up the hem of his clothes, revealing his pale legs.
Polly touched his knees, feeling the bony and cold skin. He glared at Rafael fiercely: “If you keep this up, you’ll end up paralyzed sooner or later!”
“I’ve been sitting all day…” Rafael tried to defend himself, but Polly saw through his lie at a glance.
“What time did you go to bed last night? What time did you get up this morning?”
Polly tapped Rafael’s knees and calves with his fingers. Rafael felt the pain of poor blood circulation, but he didn’t dare to speak. Of course, he didn’t dare to say where he had been sleeping. If Polly knew, the old man might die of anger on the spot.
Polly scolded Rafael fiercely, waving his arm. The Pope, who knew he was in the wrong, crouched there like a shiny little kitten, not daring to move, his hands neatly folded on his lap, as obedient as could be.
Polly stepped out aggressively and said to the guard at the door, “Go get a bucket of hot water.”