The ward was a little stuffy, and Robert went out to breathe.

Standing on the sunny side of the corridor, he quietly lit a cigarette. Although he just met, Cynthia found him at a glance.

"Cousin."

She hurried over: "what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you? Why are you smoking when you're sick! How on earth did Nill become a doctor..."

"Cynthia ..."

Interrupting her words, the man turned around and put out the smoke at his fingertips.

His indifferent eyes swept Cynthia 's worried and nervous face. It was not severe, but he was very serious: "You don't want to explain the things in Vancouver?"

“……”

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