Chapter 169 This Is My Fight, Not Yours

• I sit in the chair pulled up beside Neil’s bed while one of his doctors gives Neil a checkup. Even though I’m not a big fan of medical procedures and stuff, I force myself to watch diligently as the doctor checks his pulse and then inspects the spider web of poison across the Neil’s chest.
• The doctor removes the covering over Neil’s shoulder where the silver actually lies, adds some ointment, and then seals the bandage once more.
• Neil doesn’t so much as flinch through the entire thing, though I can see, especially from this close, how tightly he’s gripping his fist.