The Emergency Room was in disarray.
Everything that could be smashed had been obliterated, not even the chairs and benches were spared.
Scott Harris stepped briskly through the chaos and upon seeing the man's hand continuously bleeding, he clenched his teeth and said with concern, "Lord, your hand is bleeding, let me take care of it for you."
The man, frozen like a statue upon hearing his words, moved and then fiercely punched the wall again, hung his head, and rested his forehead against the wall before suddenly asking, "Scott Harris, am I very incompetent?"
Lord... Scott's face was full of pity, wanting to console him yet not knowing how to say it.
He had never seen Lord this tormented. In his memory, Lord had always been strategic and decisive. There was almost nothing in this world that could stump him, nor anything that could shake him! Confident to the point of arrogance, powerful and dominant!
