Delilah Goodman broke into a smile through her tears, lamenting, "You're comforting me, but you know I am useless, so you didn't call me."
Dirk Carter was just about to say something.
Suddenly, the muscles on his face twitched.
Cold sweat broke out again on his forehead.
The intense pain in his shoulder surged like a shock wave to the top of his head.
Seeing this strange condition.
Delilah Goodman hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Maybe the anesthetic has worn off, it hurts a bit."
Dirk Carter inhaled sharply and said.
"Then I'll call the doctor for you now."
Delilah Goodman was about to get up.
Dirk Carter held her back with his hand.
He said, "No need, I don't want to take anesthetics anymore, it'll pass if I endure it, stay with me."
Delilah Goodman obediently sat back down.
She picked up a towel and helped Dirk Carter wipe his cold sweat.
Seeing him in such pain, her heart ached equally.
Right at that moment, Delilah Goodman had a sudden idea.
