Chapter 165 George Had an ident


    "The night before yesterday." George replied with a smile.


    "Then did you get well?"


    "Yeah, don''t worry." George started the car.


    Violet nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and didn''t ask.


    After that, both of them fell silence and did not speak.


    It wasn''t until they arrived at the apartment that Violet broke the silence, "George, I have to get off the


    car first. Be careful on the road."


    She stood outside the car and waved to George.


    George smiled, rolled up the window, drove around, and was about to leave.


    Violet also turned around and walked to the apartment building.


    But after not taking a few steps, she suddenly heard a violent collision sound from behind. It was the


    sound of a car colliding with another car.


    Violet was stunned. She quickly stopped and looked back. Then she saw that George''s car was


    smashed into the flowerbed by a ck car.


    "George!" Violet reacted, yelling with a pale face. She ran to the location of the car ident, wanting to


    check George''s situation.


    But while she was running, the ck car that caused the ident suddenly backed up, exited the


    flower bed, and escaped here at a very fast speed.


    Although Violet was angry, she couldn''t take care of the car. When she came to George''s car, she


    patted the window vigorously and asked with a look very anxious, "George, George, are you okay?


    Can you hear me? Answer me!"


    However, there was no sound in the car.


    Violet''s heart sank as she watched the squashed front of the car.


    The car was crashed so badly. Should the people in the car…?


    Not daring to think about it anymore, Violet took out her mobile phone with trembling hands to make an


    emergency call.


    After reporting to the police, she clenched her fists and shouted to the surroundings, "Come on, help!"


    Soon, people near the apartment heard her shouting, then they all gathered. Amidst her crying, they


    helped smash open the car window.


    After the window was broken, Violet rushed to the window. Looking at the man who was leaning on the


    seat with his head to one side and was bleeding, she froze.


    "George!" She stretched out her hand and gently pushed George.


    George did not respond.


    Violet''s heartbeat stopped for a few seconds, and her face turned paler.


    "George, don''t scare me!" She raised a finger tremblingly to feel George''s breath, wondering if he was


    still alive.


    Fortunately, she felt the breath. Although it was very weak, it still made her breathe a sigh of relief.


    "Great, still alive!" Violet cried with joy.


    At this time, the ambnce also arrived.


    Henry jumped from the ambnce in a white coat, "Where is the wounded?"


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    "Here!" Violet raised her hand.


    Seeing that it was her, Henry was a little surprised. Then he walked quickly over, "Are you injured?"


    "It''s not me. It''s George. Dr. Baxter, George has a car ident. Please help him!" Violet eagerly pulled


    him with one hand, and pointed at George in the car with one hand.


    Henry looked in the direction she was pointing. Seeing George who was seriously injured, he took a


    breath, and then hurriedly said to the ambnce staff, "Stretcher!"


    Soon, George was lifted from the car by two male nurses and ced on a stretcher.


    Henry knelt on the ground and gave George simple first aid to stop the bleeding.


    Violet also knelt aside, clenching her hands together nervously, looking at George worriedly, "Dr.


    Baxter, George will be fine, right?"


    "Without professional equipment, I can''t give you a clear answer. But don''t worry, I will try my best to


    save him. He is Ivy’s attending physician." Henry took the time to give her a relieved smile and signaled


    her not to worry.


    But how could Violet not worry? Not only worry, but also me herself.


    George drove her back home to be like this.


    If he didn''t drive her back home, he wouldn''t have any idents at all!


    "Okay, the blood has stopped. Now, we are taking him to the hospital. Are you going with us?" Henry


    stood up, asking two male nurses to send George to the ambnce. Then he turned to ask Violet.


    Violet nodded again and again, "Yes. I’m worried if I don''t see him out of danger with my own eyes."


    "Then get into the car." Henry waved his hand.


    Violet gave a hmm, and got into the ambnce behind her.


    Soon, they arrived at the hospital.


    George was sent directly to the emergency room. Violet stood outside waiting eagerly.


    While waiting, she did not forget to contact Jessie.


    When Jessie received the call, she was instructing people to put the cloth into the warehouse. Hearing


    Violet say that George had been in a car ident, she felt a buzzy in her mind. It took a long time to


    react. After saying “I’ming”, she hung up the phone.


    About half an hourter, Jessie arrived. She first nced at the red light on the emergency room, then


    grabbed Violet’s hand and asked with tearful eyes, “Violet, tell me how George had the car ident?"


    Violet told Jessie what happened.


    After Jessie listened to it, she weakly let go of Violet’s hand, and fell to the side chair, weeping silently.


    Seeing this, Violet felt uneasy, and walked over to squat down in front of Jessie, "I''m sorry, Jessie..."


    She knew that Jessie loved George very much.


    Now George was in a car ident in order to drive her back home. Jessie must be the most upset one.


    Jessie sniffed, but did not reply.


    Violet felt even more guilty and shook Jessie’s hand, "Jessie..."


    "I''m fine." Jessie broke free of her hand and turned to look at the door of the emergency room.


    Violet knew that Jessie was lying. She was just pretending. Violet opened her mouth and wanted to


    Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.


    Violet stood up, looked in the direction of the sound source, and was a little surprised to see Stanley


    and Frasering one after another.


    "Mr. Murphy, why are you here?" Violet raised the back of her hand and wiped the tear of her eyes,


    asking suspiciously.


    Jessie took a look at Stanley, then set her gaze on the door again, without saying hello.


    She was now full of worries about George, so she was not in the mood to say hello to others.


    Stanley also ignored Jessie. He just looked at Violet’s red eyes, and then at the closed door of the


    emergency room. He asked, "I heard Henry say that George had a car ident. I happened to be in


    the hospital. So Ie to have a look. Are you okay?"


    He looked at her up and down with concern.


    When Henry contacted him, he told him that Violet was also there when George had a car ident. It


    was impossible to guarantee that she was not injured.


    Violet shook her head and waved, "I''m fine. I was not in the car when George had an ident."


    "Really? That''s fine." Stanley nodded, feeling relieved.


    But the next second, when he saw the dry blood on her hand, he asked anxiously, "Your hands get


    hurt?"


    Violet looked at the palm of her hands and smiled indifferently, "When I smashed the car window, they


    were cut by the ss."


    "Fraser." Stanley turned his head and called Fraser.


    "Yes!" Fraser knew, turned and left.


    A few minutester, Fraser came back, carrying a bag with something like iodine gauze bandage in it.


    Fraser handed the things to Stanley. After Stanley took it, he walked to the row of chairs which Jessie


    sat and then he sat down. Looking at Violet, he patted the position next to him, "Come here!"