A colleague was walking over with a microphone.
"Mr. Bateman, may I ask how you feel about this heroic deed, that helped so many cute dogs regain their lives?"
On camera, Christopher Bateman was still wearing the hospital's patient gown. His handsome face was even more dashing on camera. Even the young dashing raising stars were no match.
Looking at the TV, Janice Gladwell could not help walking up and gently caressing his face across the screen.
He seemed to be recovering very well.
Her face was no longer as pale as before. Instead, it was filled with vitality. She was glad that he had recovered so well.
"That's great!"
Otherwise, she would have hated herself to death. Janice's heart finally calmed down when she saw that he was perfectly fine, on camera. It was peace that others could never attain no matter how hard they tried to convey it.
Finally, she could have a good night's sleep. With that thought, a wisp of a gratified smile curled up onto the corners of her mouth.
