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"Well, that was scary!" Wayne shuddered after he hung up.

The phone call had taken much more of his time and energy than what he had expected.

Walking back towards the hospital room that he had left Jeanette and the nurse inside, he took a look at the large number of texts he had received.

When he re-entered the room, the doctor was kindly helping Jeanette stand up.

He glimpsed at the young man holding her up and then stepped forward to take his position.

The doctor did not hesitate to hand over the limping woman to the new man and gladly stepped aside.

"Make sure she keeps her feet elevated and takes these medications on time." The doctor advised in a stern voice as he handed over the prescription to Wayne.

Reading the diagnosis written on the medical report, his brows scrunched up before he gave the young doctor a quick nod.

*Grade 2 sprain of the ankle.*