Chapter 627


    Luther was lying in the VIP room at St. Maria Hospital.


    "Can''t I just go back?" His voice was extremely impatient.


    "You can''t, President." Casey said seriously, "You just had aplete body CT. The CT shows that you


    have a slight subdural hematoma, which needs to be closely observed overnight, and if the bleeding


    doesn''t stop and get worse, you may have to have surgery at worst. If there is no problem, you just


    need regr follow-up checks."


    "Nothing’s wrong with me, and I know what’s going on with myself." Luther was extremely upset, and


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    he didn''t like being in the hospital.


    "President, a subdural hemorrhage, and a mild concussion are not the same thing. You must be


    cautious with subdural hemorrhage. Should anything happen, timely intervention is important.


    President, your head has not fully recovered from yourst car ident surgery, and today the same


    area was hit again. I''m sorry. It''s all my fault today. I should have been more careful with the speed of


    the car, so I would not hit the car in the front. I''ll ept just any punishment." Casey''s face was dark


    and he med himself so much. It was all his fault for putting the president in such a situation.


    "It''s okay. It''s not all your fault." Luther''s head was still ufortable. The pain never subdued after


    such a long time in the car, and he still could not remember anything. Now he was in a terrible mood.


    He was disgusted by the idea that there was still an unknown part of his world. It was overwhelming to


    him.


    "Thank you, President." Casey was still ming himself.


    They weren''t in the hospital long before Jacqueline arrived in a frenzy.


    She pushed the door in and ran straight to Luther, her voice sharp with a bit of panic, "Luther, what''s


    wrong with you, are you okay?"


    Luther''s head had been throbbing with a vague pain, and when he heard the yelling and shouting of


    Jacqueline, he couldn''t help but frown.


    "Mrs. Warner." Casey caught a glimpse of Luther''s impatient face and hurriedly answered for him, "The


    president suffered a mild blow to the head and needs to be observed overnight. No major injuries for


    now." He deliberately omitted the subdural hemorrhage part so that Jacqueline would not make a fuss.


    "Oh, fortunately, Luther, you have had quite a few car idents recently. It seems that I would have to


    find a shaman or something like that for you." Jacqueline sat down on the bench next to him and


    opened her mouth toin, "My heart really can''t stand the frequent idents at hometely."


    "I don''t believe it. You don''t mess around." Luther shot back coldly.


    "You have to believe it even if you don''t. You''ve been in a car ident twice. What an evil, really! And


    there is Shelly. She has suffered a lot in the detention center. She has been crying every day,


    screaming that she wants to get out. It pains me every time I meet her.” Jacquelineined


    repeatedly.


    Since Jacqueline talked about family business now, Casey knew better than to stay any longer, and he


    said, "Mr. Warner, President, I''ll be out first."


    "Hmm." Jacqueline waved her hand.


    Then she waited until after Casey left.


    Jacqueline continued toin, "You know what? The detention center is such a shabby ce. Their


    bed is just a wooden board, their nket is just a piece of coarse cloth, and it smells funny. There are


    no facilities in the bathroom, and you can''t even take a shower. You can only use some hot water to


    wipe yourself clean! Luther, can’t you find someone to get Shelly out? Just try something at least? Your


    sister is suffering there."


    "Heh." Luther sneered, "Someone? Karl''s father is the chief justice. You think that you can find


    someone even above him?"