The old man kept shouting in pain, leaning against the stairs and sighing.
Bella Acker quickly ran forward, checked the stairs, and helped him up, "Old Master Sinclair, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
He had no ailments; if he got checked at the hospital without prior notice, he'd be exposed, wouldn't he?
Old Master Sinclair immediately said, "Young Acker, I'm not going to the hospital."
Bella Acker frowned, "You fell so hard, what if you hurt your bones or internal organs? Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
"No! I'm not going!" The old man was just sitting on the ground, refusing to go to the hospital.
Although he's in his seventies or eighties and not as sturdy as he used to be, he's still six-feet tall.
What's more, he wasn't actually sick, and he was in good health. If he really wanted to stay there, Bella Acker couldn't move him even if she tried, fearing she might pull on an injury, she didn't dare use any force.
