June stood from the bed, flinching as he felt a slight rip in his stab wound.
"Woah," Dr. Oh exclaimed. "I wouldn't get up just yet, young man. You might just risk being bed-bound for more than a week at this point."
"A week?" June asked, still standing up. "I'm sorry, doctor. But I'm afraid I can't do that. We have a mission on Wednesday. It's already Saturday, so my teammates are probably practicing right now. I can't be here for a whole week."
Minjun clicked his tongue. "You're going back for what? To ruin the performance? You can't even raise your left arm," he smirked.
June glared at the young kid and shook his head. "I'm fine," he insisted. Again, he's suffered much worse than this. When he was in the White Tiger gang, he had to go on an undercover mission after his abdomen had just been stabbed!
