NovelOnline'Who in Echo City doesn't know Freya's situation now? Crossing paths with Mr. Sutton, she's over in this town.' The counselor thought, 'Whether she can continue at Summit University is another question entirely. Why would Mr. Beckett bother with her now?' "Are we done here? I've got plans this afternoon," the counselor said with impatience.
Freya glanced at the counselor outside the door, fully aware of her current predicament. It seemed anyone could step on her.
She said to the doctor, "I understand. Could you please prescribesmedication?" "Sure." The doctor quickly prescribed Freya, advising her on how to take the medicines.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce she had everything done, Freya picked up the prescription and stood up.
"Are we done here? I need to get going," the counselor said hurriedly.
"Mr. Laird, here is the report from Mr. Beckett for you," Freya handed the injury assessment report to the counselor.
The counselor didn't glance at it before shoving it carelessly into his pocket.
"Let's go. Don't holdup!" The counselor walked ahead briskly.
Freya said, "I need to pick up my medicine. Mr. Beckett said it would be difficult to do it alone, so he asked you to help me. How am I supposed to manage if you leave?" "Freya, stop using Mr. Beckett as an excuse. Your hand is a minor injury. Slap sarnica cream on it, and you'll be fine in a few days. Now, con! Don't makelate for my things!" The counselor's dismissive attitude was clear, but as he turned to leave, he bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going!" he snapped. Then, he saw Kieran's icy demeanor.
Upon realizing it was Kieran, the counselor's expression changed drastically. He took a few steps back, attempting to appease him. "Oh, it's Mr. Sutton. Mr. Sutton, what brings you here all of a sudden?" "Jarrett." "Yes?" Jarrett quickly stepped forward, and before the counselor knew it, he was on the ground, wincing in pain. Jarrett then stepped on the counselor's hand, causing him to scream in agony, "Please, Mr. Sutton! Mr. Sutton!" The hospital was supposed to be a quiet place, and everyone around them was stunned by the scene unfolding. Kieran spoke coldly, "If this teacher believes it's a small wound and not worth fussing over, perhaps we don't need any medicine. Just give him a bottle of arnica cream. I'm see how quickly his hand heals." "Yes, Mr. Sutton." Jarrett lifted his foot off the counselor's hand and casually tossed a twenty-dollar bill at the counselor's face.
The counselor's hand was swollen and bruising visibly, and he couldn't even get up due to the excruciating pain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKieran then approached Freya, bending down to inspect the injury on her hand. Her usually delicate
and graceful hand was a mess of black and purple, a sight sc o m disturbing it was hard to lookat. QUMS The next moment, Freya pulled her hand back, frowning, "What are you doing here?" Her eyes were filled with hostility.
Kieran remarked, "I thought you were tough. How cyou're getting bullied now?"
"Walls fall, and everyone pushes.
That's it," Freya replied, loosening her ve wrist "Inothing else, I'm leaving."
Freya increased the distance between her and Kieran wantingn eveman inch more away from him. "Cback here!" Kieran grabbed Freya's arm, inadvertently aggravating her wound.
"Ow!"
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