River State First Hospital.
At the door of the operating room, cigarette butts littered the ground.
As another cigarette butt hit the ground, the tall man took out another cigarette from his case, lit it, took a deep drag, and amidst the curling smoke, he couldn't stop coughing.
"Flynn."
Maggie Spencer, in her seven-inch heels, hurried to the man's side and, worried, took his arm, "Stop smoking, your cough has never really healed."
"How are things over there?" He had been here for a full ten hours since receiving the call last night, and he hadn't stopped smoking, his voice sounded especially deep and heavy.
Maggie's eyes reddened, "Not good."
Flynn Taylor's handsome eyebrows knitted into a '川' shape on his forehead.
How could it be good?