“You’re lying. Your arm is severely injured. How can it not hurt?” Estelle insisted.

“Seeing you makes the pain fade away,” Mr. Mysterious replied softly.

“Sir, please let’s go to the hospital to get your wound treated again. I’m afraid your hand might become permanently disabled,” Estelle pleaded.

“Don’t worry. I can still carry you with one hand,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“You…” Estelle, full of anxiety and concern, gently patted his chest in ...