Ignoring her protests, he picked up a skewer of spicy kebab sprinkled with chilies and took a bite. As he chewed his mouthful, he poked the straw through the lid of the cup of milk tea and handed it to her.

“Come on, drink. You'll feel better."

Listless, she took the cup of milk tea.

“Humph! Next time you get sick,

I'll eat spicy barbecue in front of you too." She picked up a skewer of roasted mushrooms.

“I don't think you'll get the chance. Although I'm not as strong as my brother, I almost never get sick. My health is very good." He took his cup of milk tea.

“Don't be mad. This is the first time we've had a meal together, just the two of us. Let's toast!" He raised his milk cup.

Blair was amused by him.

"Ha-ha. A boy Like you needs an older girlfriend. Someone to take care of you."

Niles disagreed with her.

“No. I need someone to spoil. A man should take care of a woman. When I get a girlfriend, she'll have to be as hot as you, and... B-b-b-brother?" Niles almost choked on his food.

They both widened their eyes in shock when they saw a man standing in the doorway.

Blair dropped the skewer in her hand and rubbed her eyes. ‘Oh crap!‘ she exclaimed in her mind. The sullen man approaching them was Wesley, but he was stationed at the border. Why was he here?

Wesley cast a glance at the table full of barbecue and then shifted his eyes to the milk tea in Blair's hand. Without warning, he grabbed Niles by his collar and snarled, "You have a death wish, don't you?"

Blair was a patient. How could he let her eat junk food? Wesley was seething in anger.

“No, no. I ordered vegetables for her. I made a special order with no spices. Hey, don't beat me. Let's talk... Ah!" Wesley's fist pounding his face interrupted him.

The young doctor's shriek snapped Blair back to reality. She quickly stood on one foot and grabbed the soldier's arm.

“Cut it out. I ordered this stuff myself. The milk tea too. It wasn't his fault."

Niles nodded repeatedly.

“I wheeled your wife around the whole hospital. It was exhausting. Don't I deserve a little credit? You're such a jerk!"

“What's the prognosis, doc?" Wesley loosened his grip and Niles instantly fell onto the ground.

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief. As he massaged his face, he said, "Get Lost!"

“Don't know yet. It's Late. We'll find out more tomorrow."

“I'm not done.” Niles picked up another skewer of kebab, wearing a pathetic face, and took a few quick bites.

“Take your food and go!" Wesley glared at the food.