So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
2. Who's He?

"Where is the condition?" Suri came to bring clothes when the foreign man was examined by an illegal doctor.

Suri would not have to deal with the police if he took this man to the hospital, because again, he hated dealing with the police.

So Suri had to rely on one of her doctor acquaintances, a doctor who did not have a license but had often treated people especially with dark cases.

That way, Suri could at least avoid the long trouble.

"If it must be one word; dying."

The man called Doctor Moris seemed to prepare things that Suri did not understand.

"Your blood type is A, right? We're transfusing now" Doctor Moris said.

"Huh?" Suri cengo's.

"You'll see the white shirt itself red with blood. You want to go in the water to fill the blood? If he doesn't transfuse now, he could die."

Lah, lah, lah. Why is that so?

Suri looked at the dying man in his bed, then at Doctor Moris' equipment.

Suri's face was pale. Okay, maybe not the right time to say this but ... Suri's afraid of syringes.

Don't insult! Syringes are scary! Don't you imagine when that big needle punched into your skin, then maybe touching your veins or knocking on your bones?

That's frightening.

No, no, no, no. Suri doesn't want to be injected!

"Suri." Doctor Moris urged, as if the person's life was more important than Suri who felt she could die in horror.

"OK, okay. Fine!"

But Suri does not want his soul burdened to be the cause of others to die. Although he was not the one who beat this person, Suri would still be wrong for not sharing blood.

Why of all the places should Suri find him around here? Try her dying near the hospital, Suri so don't have to bother.

The girl was lying down where Doctor Moris was directed, putting headphones on her head to get distracted.

"Suri, don't move." Doctor Moris warned as Suri continued to tug at his hand, unwilling.

"It's mental preparation, Doc, it's exhausting." Suri clenched her hands and relaxed.

When Doctor Moris' hand held Suri, he clenched his hand again.

"Suri."

"Yes, yeah. It's ready."

Suri tried not to cry sobbing. Why would he do this for a stranger?

"Dok, don't get a bone, Dad. Don't feel it either."

"Do you want me to inject slowly or do I directly puncture the sample to the bone?"

Suri looked at the horror. "Bad, hell!"

"Eat him diem."

Suri was forced to calm down.

Unknowingly, Suri fell asleep. Not sure how long he was closed, which Suri clearly realized when Doctor Moris shook his arm, saying he wanted to leave.

"The condition is stabilizing. The rest are deep wounds. For a while he could not wake up. Same thing, you can change it yourself, right?"

Suri nodded slowly. More important .... "Anu, the pay—"

"I'm meeting this." Doctor Moris pulled out the wallet. "The handler fee I took. There's still left over there. You buy the infusion when you're done."

Leaving the confused Suri, Doctor Moris just left.

Obviously Suri was wondering, and intended to find the identity of this man through his wallet. But what was in the wallet was only money, without any cards, or letters that could show names.

Who is this guy?

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