"Doctor, please be gentle. Look, Little Tutu is sweating on his forehead. Did you hurt him?"
"Doctor, why aren't you speaking? How is my Little Tutu? Is the burn on his hand really serious and not recoverable? Don't scare me. We have money, no matter how much it costs, you must cure his hand."
When Joanna Lawrence entered the doctor's diagnosis room, she heard Mike's nonstop chatter.
Probably feeling that Mike was too noisy, the doctor's assistant couldn't help but speak up: "Sir, please don't worry. Dr. Yarrow is treating Mr. Allenson. If you talk by his side, it will affect his judgment."
Even Maddox Allenson found him too noisy, and couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head and glanced at him, frowning: "Mike, be quiet. How can the doctor examine me like this? I'm in so much pain, and you're making a fuss. Are you concerned about me, or do you want to torture me on purpose?"
"Little Tutu, I..."
"Alright, we'll talk later."
