"It's great if you come, Mr. Waltson. There is no need to send flowers."

Wills Waltson smirked, "How can I do that? Visiting the patients emptyhanded is not my style."

He sat down, pulling over a chair and crossing his legs. "I'm on my way to see a doctor about your issue. I've heard you have arrhythmia."

"Sigh, isn't my heart always in a bad state? This afternoon, after I had a conflict with that girl, my heart arrhythmia caused me to have a problem."

"Yes. This issue of a bad heart cannot be postponed. You should stay in the hospital, Principal Brown."

"Don't worry, Mr. Waltson , I'll do...