Book TRK
Chapter 5 Keep Him Alive
Chapter 5 Keep Him Alive
Chapter 5 Keep Him Alive
Deanna sighed with a heavy heart. She called the towing company and provided the address, and then contacted the traffic police.
Soon, after both parties arrived, the traffic police briefly asked about the situation. Knowing that the matter had been settled privately, he didn't say much more.
She watched helplessly as the towing company took the car away, feeling a bit reluctant.
"Miss Jones, please go to the police station with me to make a statement," the traffic police approached and said.
Deanna nodded and took the little boy onto the police car. By the time they were done with everything and returned home, it was already evening.
meanwhile, Lance's car arrived at Mercer Manor.
Assistant Xavier Nelson got off the car first, opened the door, and helped the driver carry Lance inside.
As soon as they entered, he looked at the front desk girl eagerly and asked, "Where is Old Hughes?"
The front desk girl quickly walked out and led them inside, saying, "Old Hughes has been waiting for a long time, please come in quickly."
Soon, Lance was ushered into a room.
The interior was decorated in an ancient style, with a faint sandalwood scent lingering in the air, making people feel calm.
A dignified old man in his seventies or eighties, mentally sharp, with bright eyes, dressed in a traditional suit, stood tall, sipping tea from a cup.
Xavier looked at the old man and said, "Old Hughes, Mr. Mercer was injured today. It led to a relapse. Please treat him." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
At this point, Lance Mercer was on the brink of losing consciousness. He had endured the whole way there, with a touch of aggressiveness in his eyes.
"Put him down quickly, let me take a look!" Old Hughes hurriedly set down his tea cup and ordered.
Xavier laid Lance down on the bed, and Old Hughes approached to examine him carefully.
After a while, he whispered, "What have you done? I have been advising you to take a good rest to get better, how did it end up getting worse? Don't you cherish your own life?"
"Is it serious, Old Hughes?" Xavier asked anxiously.
Old Hughes glanced at him coldly, "Do you believe me if I say it's not serious?"
Xavier couldn't say a word and bowed. After a moment, he spoke very earnestly, "Old Hughes! Please do everything you can to save Mr. Mercer's life, no matter what, he must survive!"
Old Hughes glanced at him indifferently and snorted, "He brought this upon himself, what can I do?"
Even though he said that, his hands didn't stop moving. He first stopped the bleeding for Lance, then took out a needle kit to give him a treatment on his chest.
After a while, Old Hughes put away the needle, walked out of the room, and wrote down a prescription on a piece of paper at the front desk, instructing, "Brew the herbs according to this prescription, simmer it over medium heat with three bowls of water into one."
An hour later, Lance woke up!
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Old Hughes, and he knew what had happened.
"Old Hughes, your medical skills are getting more and more refined. It seems I've slept for a short time," Lance hoarsely said.
Old Hughes replied, "You're lucky this time. Today, I happen to have enough rare herbs that can restrain your old illness. That's why you woke up so quickly. Otherwise, you would have suffered more!"
Lance was stunned and asked, "Really? Rare herbs? What kind of rare herbs have this effect?"
He had come to Old Hughes for treatment in the past when he fell ill, but he had never seen such miraculous results.