"It's unclear for now, we can only wait for the doctor to finish the checkup, then we'll find out what's going on." The waiting process is indeed long enough, Knox Simmons couldn't help but look up at the tightly closed door again, just feeling like they've been in there for so long and the checkup isn't done yet.
Could there really be something seriously wrong?
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt, he moved his fingers from his forehead to his temples and pressed heavily twice, furrowing his brows, and said irritably, "If I had known he was so bad at fighting, I wouldn't have fought with him."
But this person who couldn't fight well seemed like a War Deity back at the Simmons Family, beating him to death at that time, he didn't seem like someone with a medical issue then.
