Chapter 1635

In the surgical treatment room, Taylor stood next to the table, his injured right leg propped up on a chair. The nurse had cut open the fabric of his pants to make treatment easier, revealing a gruesome wound—raw flesh and blood on display. After a thorough procedure, the wound was stitched up with 14 careful sutures. When Jenson walked in, he found Taylor seated on the bed, wiping sweat from his brow. Taylor glanced up, his expression calm. "How's everything going over there?" "They're still in the ward, but it shouldn't be anything serious," Jenson replied, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took out two and handed one to Taylor. Taylor reached out to grab the cigarette. Jenson lit it for him before lighting his own. They settled side by side, exhaling clouds of smoke. Jenson stared up at the fluorescent lights, blowing out a smoke ring. "Do you think we're starting to look like a couple of misfits?" Taylor smiled wryly upon hearing this. He let a plume of smoke