"No… as long as you're by my side, what does a little pain matter?"
Cervini looked at him and smiled again, "Then let's go. It's windy outside, and look at what you're wearing… What if you catch a cold?"
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her as they walked toward the patient area.
Just as he turned around, he saw Patrick rushing up, out of breath.
"Mom? What's wrong? Why are you running like that?" Cervini hurried over to support her.
"Stupid… stupid boy, why… why are you… running?" Patrick leaned on her, panting as she glared at her son, "Do you want to… tire your mother to death?"
"Ah? Are you playing cops and robbers?" Cervini looked at her in disbelief, then suddenly remembered, "Daniel? You ran down just now too?" There was a hint of anger in her voice.
Daniel raised an eyebrow and then smiled charmingly, "I just wanted to stretch a bit. Sitting all day is too depressing…" It was a good excuse; it sounded reasonable.
