Miles Xavier looked indifferent, raised his gaze to him, then returned to his work, shrugging his shoulders and speaking in his usual calm tone, "If you want to faint in front of her, you can forgo the medication and try physical therapy."
He frowned slightly, "Prescribe the medicine."
"Do you need me to issue a hospitalization certificate for you?"
He shook his head, his voice clear, "No, that's troublesome. I'll come to your office every morning from now on."
"Alright."
He intended to leave but saw Julian Eames' name on his medical record and asked, "How's Julian doing over there?"
Miles Xavier: "Everything is normal for now, but he's severely injured. Recovery will take some time."
His heart sank a little, "Approximately how long?"
"At least six months, at most a year. From a medical standpoint, his brain, ribs, and legs are injured, and if not properly cared for, disability isn't just a probability."
