Tim Morrison spurred his horse on, pressing the accelerator to the floor, and finally delivered the person to the hospital's entrance.
However, the person who had been so anxious to get to the hospital lingered at its gate, stubbornly refusing to go in.
"I mean, what do you actually want to do?" Tim Morrison, with his arms crossed, looked at his friend leaning on the doorway smoking and became displeased, "Just now you were desperately wanting to come to the hospital, now you don't even want to go in! What, are you here to joke around with me?"
Samuel Johnson stood at the hospital entrance, feeling very irritable. The chatter of Tim Morrison at his side only made his mood worse.
He glared at Tim Morrison, "Can you stop making noise?"
Tim Morrison chuckled softly, walked over to join him, leaning beside him. His peach-blossom eyes flirtatiously winking at the girls passing by, he said to him, "Come on, what happened between you and Amanda Smith now?"
