"The doctor said 'type of symptoms'. So it needs to be treated," he explained.

"I want to go home," I argued loudly.

The man put on an annoyed face while glaring sharply, “Tsk! I almost died worrying about you.” His fingertips flicked my forehead gently.

Slightly offended, I stared back at him. "I don't want to be here, I better go home," I growled, pursing my lips. I saw him move to his feet with both hands on his hips.

"Listen to me. Sleep here tonight. Tomorrow I will ask the doctor, can you come home by force or not?" he said while rubbing his face a little annoyed.

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