Looking at the bump on Hilla's forehead, Halle frowned. How could she be fine when being hit like this?
"I'll bring some ice over. It's getting swollen."
"I'll go!"
Before Halle finished, Horton turned to the kitchen. He took ice from the refrigerator and brought the medicine kit over.
"What's wrong with you? You actually bumped into someone while walking. How careless you were. It must hurt a lot."
Halle kept frowning.
Hilla smiled and shook her head. She looked at Halle in tears, "I'm fine. It's just that I was careless. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Do you feel dizzy?"
Horton asked, not nervous at all, as if he was checking on ordinary patients.
Hilla shook her head, "No."
Hilla's brain was fuzzy today. And she was dizzy. The hit only helped her snap out of it a bit.
"Does she need an X-ray or CT scan?"
Halle looked at Horton worriedly. Fortunately, there was a neurologist, otherwise, Halle would be worried and couldn't sleep at all tonight.
