Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 698

Chapter 698

“Haha… You finally showed yourself.”

Sage was reprimanded by Emmanuel but laughed happily. “If you weren’t Mr.

Lowe, how would you know about my health conditions? Why would you be

so worried about me?”

Emmanuel let out a long sigh. He knew he could not keep up the act

anymore, so he hastily helped his comrade onto a chair.

“Haha, Mr. Lowe, I’ll be fine. This is just a scratch to me!” Sage was still

laughing boldly, looking happy indeed!

“Just a scratch?” Emmanuel let out another sigh as he said in regret, “Back

then, you returned from the mission with severe injuries. I had always used

traditional medicine to regulate your health, so if I hadn’t left the Wolf Warrior

Unit so suddenly, your wounds would’ve recovered properly. You wouldn’t

have to end up like this. The prescription back then probably won’t work on

you anymore.”

“Mr. Lowe, what are you saying? It’s not your fault!”

Sage grabbed Emmanuel’s arm and recalled emotionally. “If I were in your

shoes back then, I would make the same decision you did! Yes, it’s true that if

you abandon the mission of your own accord, you’ll be the scum of the battle

world, but if you don’t treasure your comrades‘ lives, you’ll be even worse

than scum! Mr. Lowe, you weren’t at fault! Casper was the one to blame! You

simply became the scapegoat for that b*stard, so when I heard that Casper

was killed in Yeringham, I immediately applied for a transfer here! I never

thought that you’d be the one to avenge yourself!”

Hearing his comrade’s emotional speech and seeing his excitement,

Emmanuel bore complicated feelings in his chest. All his thoughts and

emotions morphed into a relieved smile as he said, “All right, let’s not talk

about the past for now. Now, I have to fix your body.”

Sage had a grateful look in his eyes, and he sighed faintly. “Mr. Lowe, after you

left, I could only look to conventional medicine for help. They diagnosed me

with second–degree disabilities, so I cannot take on high–intensity work. How

can I listen to their nonsense? I’m only 30, and I’m still strong enough. How

can I have second–degree disabilities just like that?”

“Come on, stop trying to act tough. Give me your hand.” Emmanuel

interrupted Sage.

“What are you doing, Mr. Lowe?” Despite not understanding why, he still gave

Emmanuel his hand.

Emmanuel did not say anything as he took Sage’s pulse, but his expression

gradually turned serious. After a while, he immediately frowned and shouted,

“They were already being nice when they told you that you have

second–degree disabilities! You’re in the f*cking first–degree disability range

already! It’s a miracle you’re still alive now!”

He was not joking because Sage’s internal injuries were extremely serious.

Many organs in his body had been severely damaged three years ago, and

now, his heart and kidneys were even showing signs of failure!

Sage shivered slightly, but he soon put on a courageous smile. “Aren’t we

Wolf Warriors always creating miracles? We wouldn’t even be motivated if it

wasn’t a miraculous mission!”

“Quit changing the topic. Have you always been using analgesics to survive?”

Emmanuel continued questioning.

Sage nodded. “The doctor gave me lots of prescriptions before, but none of

them worked, so I decided not to take them anymore.”

Emmanuel was speechless. After some silence, he let out a long sigh. “You’re

alive now because of your strong physical attributes and sheer will. However,

if this continues, you’ll be dead sooner or later.”

Even if he did not say it, Sage knew it as well. However, he never feared death

at all. He had always been doing things he considered worth doing, so it

would not matter if he died one day.

“I have to go back right now to develop a prescription for you. You have to

trust me on the Lenoir case. Just follow my instructions to solve it,” Emmanuel

promised.

“Haha, even if I don’t trust myself, I’ll still trust you, Mr. Lowe. You’re the faith of

us Wolf Warriors, after all! That has never changed!” Sage instantly laughed.

“Don’t worry, as long as I’m in Yeringham, no one can harm even a hair on

your head!”

Emmanuel smiled, then patted Sage on the shoulder as he moved to leave.