"Even in this sorry state, why are you still unable to overcome that annoying habit of yours?" Dylan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Lowering his head, Kevan grunted in agreement and took the tissues to dry up the water stains on his clothes slowly.

He struggled to finish the rest of the water, wetting his dry and cracked lips.

Glancing at the IV bag above his hand, he asked Dylan, "How much longer until the IV is over?"

There was still half of the liquid left in the IV bag.

"About half an hour," Dylan replied. "Alex went out for a smoke, but he'll be back soon to remove the IV."

Dylan was referring to a doctor friend of his, Alexander Wade.

Alex was working as the head of a department at a hospital and hadn't put in an IV drip for many years.

"Why did you call Alex here?" Kevan furrowed his brows slightly. "Wasn't he busy with the restructuring of the hospital's management recently?"

"What else could I do?" Dylan fixed his glasses. "You can't go to the hospital, and I do