The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 64: THANK YOU

“Which hurts, Doc?” Tristan stretched out both hands, about to touch the doctor's arm.

The woman quickly retreated to get away from Tristan's reach. “You don't be insolent huh?” the doctor's jolt glared sharply.

“Duh! How insolent are you trying? I just ask, which one hurts, let me massage. Relax, my gini gini is an expert!” bright Tristan confident. ‘Although usually incandescent machine anyway,’ he continued in the heart.

“Doctor Gita is fine?” ask the nurse behind him who is also worried.

“Mmm ... have the infusion finished?” ask the doctor to look back.

“Already, Doc,” his mouth nodded.

“Then proceed to the next room. I will follow,” the doctor's order which is immediately accepted by his two sisters. The two of them left Mother Dina's room.

Doctor Gita threw a probing gaze at Tristan from head to toe. Being an object, it is wrong behavior. The cold room was getting gripping looking at Doctor Gita's cold face.

“Eee ... put it this way. The doctor please X-ray, if you do experience bone fractures, or shear, or any problems because of me, can directly contact me. Relax, I will not run away,” he continued reaching for the wallet and giving a business card.

The doctor grabbed it, read it at a glance and then seemed to think of something. Shortly thereafter, his gaze returned to Tristan.

“OK, I hold your word. And one I want to tell you. If you are waiting for someone to get sick, occasionally monitored. Don't sleep away. Especially until it almost ran out of infusion. That's very dangerous. The tension has started to go down, it should have been conscious. But we wait until tomorrow morning.” Doctor Gita looks at her watch, then inserts Tristan's business card in the pocket of the white suit lining her dress.

“Iya, Doc. Thank you,” he said smiling so sweetly.

Doctor Gita rolled her eyes lazily. He immediately sauntered away in quick steps, continuing the evening visit.

Tristan let out a rude sigh when the door closed again. He then walked to the patient's bed, sat on a chair while staring at the old woman. His feeling was suddenly agitated. There was no word from Cheryl on Jourrel's condition.

Already grabbed a cell phone, but was afraid to contact Cheryl. Remembering the clock is almost past midnight. He again abandoned his intentions. Put the phone on the nightstand, and he continued to sleep sitting down. "Take a second!" muttered.

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Jourrel was shocked from his sleep. He almost sat his body down by force. “Aaarggh!” his groan of pain touched his stomach. Then throw his body back to the bed. Again hissing, feeling pain in his head.

“Hey, where are you going? Do not move much first,” said Rico who is still awake.

Jourrel's pained groan certainly slipped in Cheryl's ear. The girl opened her eyes quickly, her chest pounding violently.

Jourrel still managed to catch his breath. His eyes closed fading the whack dizzy. He also tried to remember what he had experienced before.

“Jou, how do you feel? Want to drink?” tawar Cheryl's.

Slowly, Jourrel opened his eyes again. His eye bead was instantly fluttered with a beautiful twinkle that emanated from Cheryl's face. A sincere smile expands on the lips of the girl.

“What happened?” tanyanya was confused. How could he be in the hospital when he was on the verge of death.

“Calm down, all safe now. Reno has also been bent,” said Cheryl sitting her body in a chair.

A pair of Jourrel eyes widened, his lips quivering and fear ambushed him. If Reno is caught, it means that she herself is definitely not safe.

Seeing the panic on Jourrel's face, Cheryl clasped the man's fingers. He looked up still with a smile adorning his lips. “Thank you, for sacrificing your life for retreating from that mission,” the girl said softly.

“You know it?” jourrel gumam.

“Hmm,” Cheryl nodded. “I heard all your conversations. I salute your courage. And in exchange, all of my hospital expenses were incurred. Including mother's treatment,” explained Cheryl.

Jourrel's chest was like being hit by a burden so heavy, that he felt tight. Didn't expect Cheryl to know the details. His face grew even paler, especially when he realized there was someone other than the two of them. He's done whatever happens to him later.

Jourrell flinched, his eyes widened, “Mother!” jourrel just remembered his mother. So, force yourself to get out of bed.

“Hey, you are still observing, Jou,” sergeant Cheryl pressed Jourrel's shoulder.

“No! I have to see mother's state!” he said he pulled his blanket. Withstanding the pain in his stomach as well as his head as if swirling.

“Stop!” Rico's baritone voice so firmly echoed in the room. His gaze was so sharp that it led to Jourrel.

Suddenly, the Jourrel movement stopped. He gulped as he sat down with the middle-aged man next to him.

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