Los Angeles Medical Center.
In the private ward, Victor, Pietro, and Wanda lay on three separate beds.
Wanda's condition was not serious; she had only fainted due to low blood sugar from recent poor food intake, combined with overly intense emotional fluctuations.
A glucose drip and regular meals afterward would suffice; no medication was even needed.
However, Victor and Pietro's injuries were unusually severe.
Among them, although Pietro's body was covered in bruises, most were superficial wounds, and muscle damage only required rest.
Victor, on the other hand, could be described as "critically ill."
Not only did his sternum and ribs have fractures, but more terrifyingly, his lumbar spine also had slight fragmentation.
If these fractures were to spread, ultimately leading to a spinal fracture, his lower body would be paralyzed!
Therefore, upon hearing that Wanda was being carried by Victor, the examining doctor nearly popped his eyes out, scolding him for risking his life.
Victor smiled sheepishly, not refuting.
He couldn't possibly tell him that he possessed the Superman Bloodline, and with the Iron Body's enhancement, his bone density was several times that of an ordinary person, and that mere fractures could actually heal just by sunbathing, could he?
If he were to say that, he would probably need another psychiatrist.
Beside him, after hearing the doctor's stern warning and recalling Victor's previous actions, Pietro's face turned very ugly.
There was shame, embarrassment, regret, and also relief.
He had actually suspected the other party of taking advantage of his sister before; truly a petty mindset!
Pietro was about to apologize when Felicia, with a dark expression, stood by the head of the bed, staring at Victor without speaking, making Victor extremely uncomfortable.
"No, Hardy, just say whatever you want to say; don't look at me like that," Victor gave in.
There was no other way; he was just that kind of person who yielded to softness but not to hardness.
With Victor's permission, Felicia immediately began to pour out her grievances.
"Mr. Victor, next time something like this happens, could you please let us handle it?
For someone of your status, going to a place like the Los Angeles slums is simply too dangerous!
I apologize, Mr. Pietro, I don't mean to mock you.
It's just, Mr. Victor, if something were to happen to you... no, even with your current injuries, Mr. Norman would definitely cut my salary for this month, even if he didn't fire me.
I'm not lamenting the salary; I just feel that you don't need to put yourself in such danger..."
Seeing that Felicia's words were unstoppable, Victor quickly interrupted: "Hey, Pietro, aren't you in a lot of pain?"
Pietro blinked in confusion; although his whole body ached, it wasn't quite... but upon seeing Victor repeatedly winking at him, he immediately understood.
"Ouch~ why do I suddenly feel so much pain~" Pietro's performance was extremely exaggerated.
He looked like an honest person who couldn't act at all.
Victor pretended not to see, turned his head, and sternly told Felicia: "Quickly call a nurse to start the IV; look how much pain he's in."
Felicia pursed her lips, trying her best to control her excited emotions.
Ultimately, she forced herself to swallow the rest of her words, her small chest even swelling a cup size, showing how much more she had to say.
Felicia didn't leave; after pressing the call button by the bed, she continued to stand there, staring at Victor.
Victor didn't dare to speak this time, obediently closing his eyes to rest.
Felicia was also concerned about him; otherwise, in a typical employment relationship, who would bother saying so much and inviting trouble?
Pietro, sensing the awkward atmosphere, also timidly shrank his head.
Apologizing and such, there would be other opportunities later.
For a moment, the ward fell silent.
Until a few minutes later, a knock sounded on the ward door.
"Please come in," Felicia said.
A young Asian nurse gently pushed the door open a crack, not entering, but showing half her head and timidly saying: "Um... there was a multi-car pileup nearby tonight, and all the on-duty nurses are in the emergency room, so I'm the only one left... I'm still an intern, so please bear with me."
Her words were disjointed.
But one couldn't blame her for being nervous.
Those who could afford a private ward in this hospital were mostly wealthy or influential, and only experienced older nurses were usually assigned to serve them.
For a young intern like her, doing a good job was her duty, but if she didn't do well and encountered a bad-tempered patient, she would likely lose this hard-won job.
However, Victor didn't care; after all, she wasn't serving him.
He pointed at Pietro and said: "He needs an IV now. There's a doctor's prescription on the bedside table; you won't mistake that, will you?"
"N-no, I won't," the little nurse first shook her head, then looked very hesitant, plucking up the courage to weakly say: "If it's not urgent, perhaps... perhaps we should wait?"
Victor turned his head and gave Pietro an inquiring look.
Pietro shrugged: "It's fine, just you. And while you're at it, help my sister change a bottle of glucose."
Since the patient himself said so, the little nurse couldn't object further, so she shrank her head and disappeared.
A few seconds later, she pushed the door open again, her face red, walked to Pietro's and Wanda's beds to check their medical records, and then scurried out of the ward as if fleeing.
Her shy demeanor made Felicia's eyes gleam; thinking of certain possibilities, she couldn't help but curve her lips slightly as she looked at Pietro.
Pietro was currently turned to look at his sister and was unaware of Felicia's expression.
Victor, however, saw it and showed an interested look.
When the little nurse returned, pushing the medicine cart, Felicia said in an unrefusable tone: "Start Pietro's IV first."
The little nurse naturally dared not disobey, obediently hung the prepared IV bag, professionally adjusted the drip rate with the infusion set, and only then came to Pietro's side.
Pietro casually extended his right palm.
The little nurse held his small hand, disinfected it with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab, swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then bravely held the needle, slowly but steadily approaching Pietro's hand.
It was only then that Pietro had a premonition of something ominous.
But he could no longer stop it; he could only nervously watch as the little nurse's needle precisely and quickly pierced the skin on the back of his hand, then entered the vein.
It went smoothly, didn't it?
But before he could sigh in relief, the needle in the little nurse's hand continued its momentum, passed through the vein, and then poked out a small section of the needle from another part of the skin on the back of his hand.
Pietro: [—┃?□?┃┛]
Little nurse: [?(ω)?]
Victor: [ヾ()?"]
Felicia: [ヾ(≧?≦*)ヾ]
The scene became very awkward for a moment.
The little nurse's face also turned crimson; she secretly glanced at the wide-eyed Pietro, bit her lip, pulled the needle back in, then taped it to secure the IV tube, and stood there with her head down, not daring to speak.
Victor and Felicia both struggled to suppress their laughter, wanting to laugh but feeling that mocking might hurt the little nurse's self-esteem.
Only Pietro, looking at his wrist, clicked his tongue, unable to lose his temper.
The little nurse had already explained it was an emergency and that she was an intern; what could he do?
Besides, someone else was paying for his hospitalization... Alas.
Pietro sighed and said, "You should change a bottle of glucose for Wanda; that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The little nurse quickly nodded like a pecking chick, swiftly changed Wanda's IV bag, and continued to stand there with her head down, looking incredibly pathetic.
It was Felicia who kindly said, "Alright, you can go. What happened tonight won't be known by anyone else."
The little nurse looked as if she had been granted a great pardon, quickly bowed and thanked everyone, not even missing the unconscious Wanda, and then pushed the medicine cart and fled the ward at top speed.
So embarrassing!
After the little nurse left, Victor and Felicia exchanged glances, then could no longer hold back; one covered her mouth, the other burst out laughing.
Pietro, who was originally a bit angry, also couldn't help but curve his lips at this sight, eventually joining in the laughter.
Now that he thought about it, that little nurse was quite cute just now.
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