RODRIGO’S POV
Looking at Perlah being wheeled into the hospital unconscious, I couldn’t help but feel intense hatred for Datu and every other enemy of mine.
‘’Mr. Rodrigo’’ a voice called from behind me, elbowing me out of the trance I had subconsciously put myself in.
I turned to find my doctor standing behind me, a look of concern on his face. ‘’I need to take a look at that wound. Come with me’’ he said, and gestured towards the direction of his office.
‘’I need to be with Perlah, the wound can wait,’’ I stated, shaking my head in disagreement.
‘’No Rodrigo, that wound needs to be taken care of. If not, it risks getting infected. And if it gets infected, the sepsis can spread through your body which can ultimately lead to organ failure and shutdown,’’ The doctor warned.
I relent
