Chapter 1450
ric fought to suppress the rising tide of anxiety and concern within him, struggling to sound
composed when he finally found the words to ask. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, fearful of
hearing the worst possible news.
After all, a car ident can range from a minor scrape to a major catastrophe. In the worst-case
scenario, it could mean a one-way trip to the morgue. Best case, it might involve a few broken
bones or some scrapes and bruises.
The very thought of the word "morgue" made ric''s blood run cold, and he silently prayed he
wouldn''t hear it from the nurse''s lips.
The nurse, her cor crumpled from ric''s anxious grip, tried topose herself despite the
imposing presence of the man before her.
ric, with his striking looks and noble demeanor, was clearly a man of wealth and influence,
exuding an intimidating aura that was both frightening and inexplicably thrilling.
The nurse, barely in her twenties, had never encountered such a handsome man in the flesh.
Stealing a nce at ric, she felt her heart flutter with a mix of fear and attraction.
Though he had been somewhat rough with her moments before, she was still eager to assist him.
"Sir, pleasee with me. I''ll help you find the information you need," the nurse said, leading ric
to the surgical ward.
Upon inquiring at the nurse''s station, they learned that a woman named Hertha was in the intensive
care unit.
"Intensive care?" ric''s entire body tensed, hisplexion turning ashen, his heart constricting as
if caught in a vice.
"The patient''s file is here. Take a look," the head nurse said, handing over Hertha''s medical records
to ric.
The doctor''s handwriting was a scribbled mess, indecipherable to ric, especially in his current
state of mind. He flipped through the pages haphazardly, then, unable to discern the medical jargon,
demanded, "Please, just tell me how she''s doing."
The head nurse, taken aback by hismanding presence, replied, "The patient sustained a head
injury. She was bleeding profusely upon arrival, but thankfully, we managed to stabilize her. She''s
been in intensive care for observation. If she doesn''t develop a fever or any otherplications,
she''ll be moved to a regr room."
She''s alive!
Clutching onto those words, ric''s heart, which had been wound up tight, finally began to uncoil.
"As long as Hertha''s alive, that''s all that matters," he thought.
"I need to see her," he said, moving to leave.
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"Sir, you can''t go in just yet," the head nurse called after him. "The ICU has strict regtions.
Patients are off-limits to visitors during observation. Give it half an hour; she''s due to be transferred
to a regr room soon, and then you can see her."
Understanding the gravity of ICU restrictions, ric paused. Bringing in outside germs or viruses
could be disastrous for the patients.
"By the way, sir, there''s still the matter of Ms. Hertha''s medical bills. If you''re a rtive, would you
mind settling the ount?" the head nurse asked, handing ric the billing statement.
Without hesitation, ric took the paperwork. "I''ll take care of it."
Half an hourter, Hertha was transferred to a regr ward.
ric entered the room to find her lying on the bed, her head wrapped in bandages, an IV dripping
into the back of her hand, and a heart monitor beeping steadily on the nightstand.
The vivacious, lively woman he knewy silent and still, a stark contrast that unsettled ric. A
heavy ache settled in his chest—this must be what heartache felt like.
He approached the bedside, watching Hertha''s peaceful face. Her paleplexion was a grim
reminder of her ordeal. Her longshesy motionless over her closed eyes. If not for the
reassuring rhythm of the heart monitor, she could have been mistaken for dead.
The sight twisted ric’s heart in agony.