You enter the patient’s room and sit down in a chair, holding a tablet with a pen in your hands. Marco Pelaratti sits opposite you and looks at you mockingly. A wicked smile broke out on his handsome face. Although he looks arrogant in his eyes, Marco is actually glad to see you. Looking at you, he lights up the desire to joke again stupidly.

“Are you wearing that stupid white robe again? It doesn't suit you.“

Marco just wants to hurt you, just to indulge. He had lost hope of recovery.