Blair swallowed her mouthful congee and thought of something important.

“Wesley.”

"Yes?"

“Are you going to hit me like that?"

Wesley dropped the spoon into the bowl and looked at her.

“What kind of man do you think I am? A violent asshole who hits his girlfriend?"

Blair explained hastily, "No, I'm just asking. If I did something wrong, like lying to you..." She slowed down and said her words very carefully, studying his face.

"...would you get angry and beat me up?"

Wesley smiled resignedly. Tenderness was apparent in his eyes.

"Give it a try and find out," he said.

Blair shook her head like a rattle.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not that dumb."

That day, the bandages on her hands were removed, and the ones on her feet the next day.

She tried walking. It still hurt a little. But everything else was fine.

Meanwhile, the liver experts Wesley called had arrived at the military hospital.

Blair was texting Joslyn when a group of doctors and nurses walked into the ward. One of the doctors was a foreigner. Blair had a bad feeling about this.

"Wesley, what are they doing here?" she asked nervously.

There was something rolling around in the back of Wesley's skull the past few days. Some nagging suspicion that things weren't quite right.

Now her reaction made him feel more doubtful.

“They're here to examine you." His tone showed no sign of suspicion.

“For what?" Blair's heart was in her mouth. ‘Am I about to be busted?"

The look on her face confirmed Wesley's doubts. He knew.

"They're here to examine your feet to make sure there won't be any long-term complications." What he didn't tell her was that they would also be checking on her liver.

‘Oh, examining my feet. That's a relief.*

She was taken into an exam room. In addition to the usual tests on her feet, areas of numbness, range of motion, etc., the doctors also curiously felt along her abdomen. The lower right quadrant, where the liver was located. But she wasn't sure.