The ward was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. After a long silence, Caleb said, "President Jones, let the doctor examine you."
Gabriel let out a faint hum before sitting down on the sofa, though Caleb couldn't tell if that was a yes or no. The former's gaze was fixed on the woman receiving an IV drip in bed, still unconscious.
Caleb left the ward and returned after a while, followed by a doctor and a nurse.
Gabriel took off his shoes and socks. When he saw his badly mangled toenails and the bruises on his calves, not only Caleb but even the doctor sucked in a breath of cold air. The young nurse's face turned pale.
"President Jones, do you need any anesthetics?" The doctor looked up at Gabriel.
"No." Gabriel looked down at his feet indifferently.
