Chapter 149

"Postponing the wedding is a bit out of the question, I think."

"In what way is it 'a bit out of the question?'*"

I was genuinely speechless.

Crutches. They wanted me to walk — or rather, hobble — down the wedding aisle on crutches.

No matter how obsessed these people were with getting married, were they all in their right minds?

I stared at the physician with the eyes of someone who had just encountered an elephant standing in the middle of a city street.

The physician scratched his cheek, looking a touch embarrassed.

"Well, this old man could die tomorrow and it wouldn't be remarkable, at my age… ahem… and I would very much like to see the two of you properly joined before that happens…"

"Doctor. A person of sixty has a perfectly good thirty years still ahead of them. And setting that aside — you're telling me…