The three of them took the elevator to the third floor.
Luke asked the female doctor, "Dr. Kowan, how is Leonard Hogan doing?"
"His gunshot wound has mostly stabilized, but it's best not to exceed an hour for the meeting.
If you need anything, you can call me. Michael has my number."
Luke raised an eyebrow at Michael.
Michael smiled.
"Ah... damn bastard, let me go, take your damn hand off me.
Fuck!
I will kill you.
No one can hurt me anymore..." A burst of roaring came from the nearby ward.
Luke found the voice somewhat familiar and paused, "Dr. Kowan, is this the victim we brought in?"
Ogla Kowan, with her hands in her pockets, sighed, "Yes, it's him, a poor young man."
Michael asked, "Is his injury very serious?"
"Uh..." Ogla Kowan hesitated slightly, saying, "The cut on his arm has been treated and is stable now.
However, he is easily frightened and becomes incontinent whenever he is scared.
