"You're sure you don't feel any dizziness? Nausea? Blackouts?" Doctor Gabriel asked, his clipboard in hand as he looked at Ethan.
They were both currently walking in the hospital's corridor as the doctor had insisted on one final check before discharge.
"I'm fine," was Ethan's response.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes but didn't push further. "Most patients who are found laying in a pool of blood caused by hitting their head would still be struggling to even walk. You're… unusual."
Ethan just shrugged at his words. He couldn't exactly tell the doctor that his brain was upgraded by a system only found in webnovels.... He'd be given a VIP ticket to the mental asylum.
The doctor chuckled lightly at his shrug before handing him the signed discharge papers. "Alright then. You're officially free, Mr. Carter. Try not to collapse in a pool of blood again—it doesn't do wonders for your lady friend's blood pressure."
