Chapter 837

James continued to tease Stan. "The chicken blood was fresh and it was quite difficult to get my hands on it. Don't you see how shocked the cops were when they saw you? They looked so sure you wouldn't make it." "You're the one who won't make it! If I knew I'd be given this crap once I came back, I wouldn't have bothered!" Stan snapped as he strode off toward the shower in his ward. Thank goodness there was one in his room—he could not stand the stink latching onto his body! James smiled and left before returning with a medical record. Stan was done with his shower then, drying his hair and watching James. "What's that you're holding?" James passed it to him. "Take a look. It's your medical record." Stan shot James a look. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" "Your feeling is wrong. You get to enjoy yourself fully the next few days," James sat by his bed and rested his legs on them. Stan nervously opened the medical record, to find the terms: rib fracture, kidney bleedin