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Even though Samuel Johnson insisted that there was nothing wrong with his heart, he was still dragged to the hospital by Tim Morrison late at night. After some examinations, his drunkenness faded, and he sat in the deserted hospital corridor, leaning his head against the cold wall, feeling his heart beating strongly.
It's okay now, he thought, no more pain.
Maybe it was just the alcohol that made him feel a sudden pain for no reason, but now it was gone.
Tim Morrison came out of the doctor's office and saw Samuel Johnson sitting carelessly on the bench, his long legs stretched out comfortably, and his posture lazy and casual, his face regaining its usual pride and composure.
"I told you it was nothing, right?"
Standing up and putting his hands in his pockets, Samuel walked towards the hospital exit with Tim following behind. Tim's face held a hesitant expression, which he hid as soon as Samuel turned back.
