"Good morning, professor."
“Hmm... Are those flowers?” Shane lowered the book he was reading.
Cammila had just stepped into Shane's treatment room with a very beautiful bouquet of white lilies. Cammila smelled the fresh aroma and put them in a vase to replace the wilted red roses.
“Of course these are flowers. Are you disoriented?”
Cammila giggled softly. She remembered when Shane first regained consciousness after surgery to remove the bullets in his waist and arm. Shane became a strange and ridiculous man. His genius brain was still covered in drugs. Shane looked dazed and lame at that time. He couldn't recognize Cammila clearly and even tried to get acquainted with her. Shane then praised her as beautiful before he groaned in pain from moving too much. Cammila bet him a hundred doll
