Chapter 227 Discipline

    Chapter 227 Discipline.

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    Larry was thrilled to see Sloane, but every time Lucas came along, he couldn’t help finding him a nuisance.

    During his hospital stay, Sloane visited every other day to perform acupuncture on him. If it meant getting more time with her, he honestly wouldn’t have minded staying sick forever. But Sloane was a true healer, he didn’t even have the chance to fake an illness.

    “With how you’re doing now, you’ll be ready for discharge tomorrow,” Sloane said after checking Larry’s pulse.

    Larry felt a pang of disappointment at her words, but his face held a calm, polite smile. “That’s great news. It’s all thanks to your treatments that I’ve healed so quickly.”

    Sloane packed up her acupuncture tools, nced up at him, and reminded, “You’re recovering really well, your meridians have mostly cleared up, and the internal bruising has nearly disappeared. Just take the pills I gave you on schedule, do some light training, and you’ll bepletely fine.”

    Larry nodded, though a trace of reluctance stirred in his heart. He knew that once he left the hospital, he wouldn’t get to see her nearly as often.

    “Sloane, thank you so much for everything these past few days,” Larry said sincerely. “Once I’ve recovered, let me take you out to dinner.”

    “Alright.” Sloane didn’t turn him down like she might’ve in the past.

    Larry froze for a beat, pleasantly surprised, then broke into a bright smile. “It’s a date, then.”

    Sloane replied seriously, “You igot /ihurt trying to save me–I should be the one thanking you.”

    “No…” Larry nearly blurted out, iI /iisaved /iiyou /iibecause /iiI /iwanted ito/i.

    But Sloane spoke again before he could, “I’m not the kind of person who likes to owe favors. 1 remember what you did for me. If you ever need anything in the future, I’ll do everything I can to help you.” Her tone was steady and firm, her eyes meeting his directly.

    Larry’s emotions tangled up at her words. He didn’t want her to repay him out of gratitude— he just wanted her to understand how he felt. But when he tried to speak, he couldn’t find the

    words.

    Just then, Lucas walked through the door. “Sloane, are you done packing up? I’ll take you back to the training center.”

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    Chapter 227 Discipline

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    “Yeah, all set,” Sloane said, lifting her bag. She turned to Larry and said, “Mr. Larry, get some good rest. We’ll be heading out now.”

    Larry nodded and forced a smile. “Okay.”

    As Sloane and Lucas left the hospital room together, Larry watched their backs disappear down the hall, a bitter heaviness welling up inside him. His fists clenched, a flicker of resentment shing in his eyes.

    “Lucas, why do you have to be everywhere…” he muttered under his breath, jealousy thick in his voice.

    Once they were in the car, Sloane nced at Lucas, who was driving. “Larry’s injuries are healing well. He should be discharged tomorrow.”

    Lucas gave a short nod. “That’s good. Now you won’t have to keep running back and forth between the training center and the hospital. You can focus on the tournament.”

    At the mention of the tournament, a confident smile spread across Sloane’s face. She looked iat /iLucas‘ silhouette and teased, “You of all people know exactly how strong I am, right, Coach of Team 9?b” /b

    She deliberately drew out the word “Coach“, her tone yful.

    Lucas‘ hand on the steering wheel paused ever so slightly; his ears turned faintly red. He gave a small cough and forced himself to soundposed. “You’ve got talent, no doubt. But things can change in an instant on the battlefield–you still have to stay sharp.”

    Sloane chuckled, leaning back in her seat as her gaze wandered out the window. “Rx. You trained and taught me yourself. There’s no way I’d lose.”

    The moment Lucas heard the word “trained,” his grip on the steering wheel tightened; his knuckles turned a shade paler.

    His ears burned even hotter, and his heart began to race.

    He instinctively pressed his lips together, trying to steady his voice. “Do you remember those muscle restoration pills I bought from you the other day?”