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Having just seen off John Wick, another familiar face came running in.

The Cuban-American nurse Claire Temple looked at the empty hospital bed. "Where is he? Don't tell me he ran off without paying, leaving you behind to work off the debt?"

"...Ms. Temple, I'm over here," Henry said weakly from beside the doorway.

"Oh, Mr. Brown... pfft!" The young nurse froze when she turned around, then burst out laughing despite herself. But she immediately put on a stern face and said in a very serious tone, "I'm a professionally trained nurse. I would never laugh at a patient... pfft!"

Seeing the part-time student nurse assistant trying to act professional while suffering terribly from holding back her laughter, Henry had no idea how to criticize the girl. He could only steer the conversation back to business.

"Ms. Temple, since you're here, please find a hospital administrator for me. I need to discuss compensation with them." In American hospitals, clinical staff and administrative staff were quite clearly separated. The benefit was that medical personnel could focus their energy on treatment rather than being bogged down by trivial administrative matters.

"What happened?" At the mention of compensation, the young nurse became worried instead.

Meanwhile, the rebellious little girl asked as if she were looking for trouble, "Why? What are you compensating them for? Don't tell me peeing on their hospital gown costs extra too."

Skye still stubbornly clung to the matter of Henry wetting his pants, making the Kryptonian want to kick her in the butt. But he was not feeling well, so he spared the little brat for now.

Henry said to the young nurse, "Just now, in the restroom... well, I damaged some things. Your hospital will probably need to renovate the restroom."

"What could possibly be damaged?" The skeptical