"You all carry on." Mason Ross immediately turned back around.
"Wait, it's your turn now!" Victoria urgently reached out her arm for help.
Mason Ross abruptly hugged his shoulders, looking somewhat fearful, "What? I'm very innocent! I, I'm not attracted to men..."
Victoria...casually picked up a mouse from the ground and threw it at Mason Ross.
It took quite a lot of time for the hospital inspection.
By the time everything was sorted out, it was already past midnight.
Victoria sat on the sofa in the hospital ward, yawning.
As soon as Mason Ross spoke, she immediately perked up her ears.
"Does this condition of yours happen at a fixed time every day, or is it sporadic?" he asked Hank Clegg, a hefty stack of reports in his hand.
At that moment, Hank Clegg was half lying in the hospital bed, eyes closed as he received his IV drip. Hearing Mason Ross's question, he didn't open his eyes, only slowly answered, "It's sporadic."
