Chapter 375: Mr. King's Injury, It's Your Trouble Now… _1

The nurse left, and the 3 a.m. night outside the window was mottled. The sound of rain gradually stopped.

The overly quiet atmosphere in the ward, along with the gaze of the man lying in bed as he looked at her, made Suzanne hesitant to move forward.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to ask him about his wound or just leave.

Mason King glanced at the wall clock in the ward, his voice hoarse, "At three in the morning, who can you go to?"

Suzanne coughed, and it took her a few seconds to open her mouth, "So much has happened tonight. Why haven't John Jackson and the others come to the hospital?"

"John hasn't come to Port City."

His low and hoarse tone paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, "Help me pour a glass of water."

"Alright."

She couldn't pretend to be ignorant anymore, as he directly asked for water to drink. She couldn't just let him go thirsty.