Chapter 1182

Meanwhile, Sergio limped away outside Regal Hotel while dragging his injured leg. Blood trailed behind him, leaving a jagged path all the way to an apartment building across the street. Inside the apartment, Wilfred had fallen asleep waiting. The sudden slam of the door jolted him awake, and he sprang off the couch. When he saw Sergio crumpled in the doorway, he rushed over to pull him up. "Gosh, you're bleeding again? How do you always end up like this?" Wilfred let out a long, weary sigh. Being a doctor was no easy task. One minute he was hired by someone, the next someone else was calling him over. He'd barely settled in Seathburn City before getting sent to Eldoria, and now Laventon. Sure, the money was good, but the job was running him ragged. And what kind of person got themselves this banged up every other day? "Take a look at the injury..." "Do I have to? It's obviously a knife wound," Wilfred muttered. Wilfred yanked up Sergio's pant leg, revealing an injured thigh