She struggled to break free from his grip, but his fingers remained firmly wrapped around her arm. "This has nothing to do with the doctor. I insisted on doing this!" he claimed.

"Even if you insisted, the doctor should have considered an ordinary person's limit..." Clara argued, attempting to pry his fingers off her arm with her other hand.

Wilson's body wavered slightly, almost losing his balance.

Clara stopped, her expression filled with concern. "Are you alright? Do you feel unwell?" His current condition reminded her of the last time she saw him at the convenience store. He also looked really weak back then, as if he could collapse at any moment.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm a little hungry, that's all," he smiled lightly.

But that smile brought a wave of sadness to Clara's heart.

In the end, Clara went with Wilson to a restaurant near the hospital. Even Clara herself didn't understand why she would do that. They ordered easily digestible meals and ate together.

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