"What the heck are you babbling about? Hurry up, are we brothers or not!" Jose Floyd glanced at Jorge Saxton.
Jorge Saxton admitted defeat and pressed the call button on the headboard, "Help us bring a wheelchair for Jose Floyd, who has a brain injury!"
"...You're the one with the brain injury!"
The nurse quickly brought a wheelchair over. Jose Floyd put down his notebook, slipped on his shoes, and comfortably sat in the wheelchair, casting a glance at his good buddy.
The meaning was obvious: Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come over and push!
"What an act, you're such a faker!" Jorge Saxton scoffed, moving behind Jose Floyd, and pushed him downstairs.
Jorge Saxton pushed Jose Floyd downstairs, and the two arrived at the garden below the inpatient department.
From afar, they saw Nicole and Daisy Grant playing with two children. Jorge Saxton, pushing Jose Floyd, chuckled softly, "Your scheme might fall through; there's more than one third wheel."
