#Chapter148

Sylvester walked into a building and saw a black haired man sitting at the bar, he shook his head and walked up to him, pulling out a chair, he sat beside him, “I knew I would find you here,” he said and then he told the bartender to pour him a shot.

Shane drank his shot in a go and heaved a deep breath, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be saving lives or something?”

“Since when was it said that doctors can’t have good times as well?”

“Well, if a doctor is not in his hospital, shouldn’t he be at home with his wife and kids?”

“Oh,...