Chapter 155

Henrick’s Pov

"Oh God... it hurts so much doctor."

I squinted my eyes towards the old looking man sitting across from my good-for-nothing friend. He was called doctor Seb or Doc Sebastian Walsh? Something like that.

When we asked Oli if he wanted to be taken to the hospital, he refused and wanted to be tended here instead. So we called a doctor, and this bastard specifically asked for this old man. I was putting an ice pack for Irvin’s hip while periodically peeking at my friend’s actions. He said he was hurt, but his face looked otherwise and it annoyed me seriously.

"You're doing fine, Oli. It's just a little bruise. I'll give you some painkillers and topical ointment and you're good to go." The good-looking doctor said coldly. His tone might be soft and caring, but his facial expressions were too stiff and indifferent.

"Don't I need an X-ray? Or maybe some blood tests? I think I'm still a little sick doctor." Oliver pushed himself up from the sofa, and drew his face closer to t