At this moment, Uncle Smith—who was on the bed—suddenly let out a groan. He then let out a long breath, and his face turned red. His breathing also became much calmer.
"Grandpa, get well soon. Mommy said that she's worried about you. When you're better, Robson will bring you to eat fried fish." Robson smiled and went to Uncle Smith's side. He tucked the latter in and used his arm to support himself on the bed as he touched Uncle Smith's forehead.
Thames's face darkened. "This is a hospital, not a theater. Why are you acting so pretentiously?! This is a hospital, not a place where you can recover just because you say so. Hurry up and move aside. We want to do a full body checkup for the patient."
The young nurse cowered as she walked to the device connected to Uncle Smith's body. As she checked, she revealed a hint of surprise. "Doctor… Doctor, look quickly! His blood indicators actually look normal! His leukocyte lesion is also one-third better…"
