"Abbas? His family has taken him away," the school doctor said, looking up at Hewitt.
Hewitt seemed thoughtful:
"Family? Did you contact his family?"
The young female school doctor smiled and waved her hand:
"Professor Hewitt, you don't have to be so polite, just call me by my name."
Hewitt glanced at the nameplate on her enticingly curved chest:
"Dr. Florrie?"
Miss Florrie covered her mouth and laughed softly:
"Professor Hewitt is really serious. I didn't contact the boy's family, it must have been the girl who brought him here."
Miss School Doctor sighed helplessly and nagged:
"I don't know what's wrong with young people nowadays. His abdomen was severely hit, and the injured area was very tricky, but luckily it didn't cause any serious damage.
"But that boy looks so tall and strong, his will is too fragile. If it had been our time, a little injury like this wouldn't even have shaken his expression."
The woman had smooth, white skin.
Hewitt said:
