In her memory, there's no more recollection of Lucas Knight... never to be found again.
She only felt a desire to eat crucian carp.
Wanting someone to help her pick out the fish bones.
--- Time Split ---
Three days later.
New York, Hospital.
The man lying on the hospital bed had a handsome face with cold, deep features, exuding an icy aura.
His chest felt a dull pain, almost suffocating.
His long, well-jointed fingers moved slightly, and the next moment, he opened his cold, deep phoenix eyes.
"Mr. President!"
The expert by the bedside respectfully said, "Mr. President, you've suffered very serious injuries, both internal and external, and you need to rest for a period of time."
"The wound on your chest is very deep, recovery is slow. Once healed, it might leave a scar..."
"Mr. President, I shall take my leave."
Lucas Knight didn't speak, and the doctors and experts all respectfully withdrew.
Injury?
Very serious?
