“I don’t think that’ll be happening so soon. Don’t rush it,” Francesca said while preparing the medicine.
“At least let me try…” Zachary insisted.
“All right.”
Francesca wasted no time arguing and pushed Zachary up violently with her foot.
“Hey! Can’t you be a little gentler… Argh!”
Zachary fell back down on the bed before he could even finish his sentence. The pain was so intense that he was gasping for air.
“I told you. It won’t be happening so soon.” Francesca ignored his protests and carried on preparing the medicine.
“How does someone so hot-tempered like you become a doctor?” Zachary exclaimed in anger and frustration as he lay on the bed.
“I’m no ordinary doctor.” Francesca wasn’t bothered by his insults in the slightest.
Realizing that it was pointless to depend on her, Zachary tried to get up on his own instead. However, his body was so stiff and weak that he couldn’t even sit upright.
After several attempts, Zachary was finally able to make some progress, only to fall back down again.
Even so, he didn’t give up and kept on trying as hard as he could.
Right when he was about to fall down again, Zachary felt something furry catching him from behind.
He turned around in shock and saw that it was that disabled old wolf.
The old wolf then leaned against his back and helped push him up with its body.
Zachary quickly tried to sit upright with this newfound assistance but to no avail. Thankfully, it didn’t hurt as much when he fell backward as he had the soft body of the old wolf to cushion his fall.
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