The car slowly stopped at the front entrance of the hospital.


    Trent tilted his head to look at his boss, saw him leaning on the car seat, despondent, so he reminded: “Boss, has arrived at the hospital.”


    How could Morris not know that we were at the hospital?N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    He ced his hand on his knee and clenched it slightly. He looked at the emergency building with his head, and he seemed to have a sense of fear for the building.


    It took a long time to push open the door and get out of the car.


    After getting out of the car, a cold breeze came, the cold chill dispelled the fear of Morris’s heart …


    Yes, it is a sense of fear.


    Morris had never experienced this feeling before, but now that he had, he realized how frightening it was to be in front of someone he loved lying in the resuscitation room.


    He knew that Issac would never have turned back if Vivian’s condition had not been so serious.


    After calming down for a few seconds, Morris regained his previous coolness andposure, and walked into the hospital with a high view and went straight to the 12th floor of the resuscitation room.


    The way, Morris seems to be unperturbed, but the heart is flooded with shocking waves, ced in the pocket of the suit pants of the fingers from time to time slightly trembling.


    The man who has never been afraid of anything has been dominated by a sense of fear.


    Because this is a general hospital, there are many patients and families during the day, and the elevator is packed with people.


    Morris took a look at the elevator entrance, which was full of people, and finally chose to take the stairs.


    At first, the man just walked up the stairs, but as he walked, he became faster and faster, and eventually jogged up the stairs.


    Trent, who was following him, could almost feel the psychological changes of his boss, and knew that he was willing to ept the harsh reality from his initial inability to ept it, to his willingness to ept it at this moment, which is why he was so eager to go upstairs.


    The man who is usually calm and collected when things go wrong, finally panicked.


    Morris arrived at the 12th floor and found the door of the surgical resuscitation room where Vivian was.


    There was no longer Issac outside the resuscitation room.


    Morris stood in the cold corridor of the resuscitation room, gazing up at the red light “Resuscitation in progress”, and stared at the spot for a long time.


    “Find Issac, whatever it takes!”


    “Yes, Boss.”


    Trent immediately turned around and walked down the hallway to make a phone call.


    Morris’s cell phone kept ringing, the man was a little annoyed, but more than that, he was afraid that the ear-splitting ring of the phone would affect the doctors in the operating room, so he put the phone into silent mode.


    The time passed, Morris did not know how long he stood, only to feel his legs stiff and numb, he turned around, paced to the side, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, lit up, and silently smoked up.


    When the nurse saw it, she wanted to stop it because it was forbidden to make noise and smoke in the hospital, but Trent stopped the nurse and gave her some instructions.


    Then, Arlo, Danny, Philip and others all rushed over.


    The three saw the scene is, Morris back against the wall of the resuscitation room corridor, right leg slightly curved, heel against the wall, one hand in the pocket of his pants, one hand holding a cigarette, barring the smoke.


    His feet, a pile of cigarette ashes in five or six butts, the rich nicotine breath filled the corridor.


    Several brothers looked at each other, have walked up.


    It was only when they got closer that they found Morris’s hands were trembling slightly.


    Such a down and out Morris is something they have not seen before.


    …


    The other side.


    In the garage on the negative second floor of the hospital, inside an RV.


    Mr. and Mrs. Phu Yen Lee sat in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, and inside the carriage, Houghton stood in front of a mysterious woman wearing a mask with a respectful and courteous attitude.


    “Monarch, Philip beside Morris is highly skilled in medicine, can we hide it from the world?” Houghton was a little worried.


    The woman called “Monarch” handed a delicate porcin bottle to Houghton, “Let her take this, even the gods will not be able to see the truth. Other things, someone will contact you.”


    Houghton looked at the medicine bottle, his eyebrows knitted, looked up at the mysterious woman, “Only this one method?”


    “Everything that happened today was meant to be. The woman said, “Even without what happened today, she should have left L City. here, does not belong to her.”


    The mysterious woman said slowly.


    Houghton knew very well, mainly because Vivian’s identity was exposed, L City, will not be able to amodate her.


    “Okay, I’ll go arrange it right away.” Houghton knew that it was his own negligence that led to today’s scene.


    He had an unshirkable responsibility.


    “Also, this thing must be found a way to make Yoona take it unknowingly.” The woman handed another item to Houghton.


    Houghton took the item and asked again, “So, Fraser, what should be done with it?”


    “There is no need to deal with it, let it be.”


    “Yes, monarch.”


    Houghton answered, and immediately went to arrange everything.


    …


    Hospital, resuscitation room.


    Morris, who was standing at the door, finally stopped being calm, dropped his cigarette and called the hospital director.


    The president, who was in the middle of a busy day, jogged all the way to Morris’ heels, “Ouch, Morris, what brings you here?” The dean, who was more than half a century old, walked over with a smile.


    Morris inclined his head and looked at Philip, “Youe in with me.”


    Philip nodded, “Good.”


    “Ohhh, good, good, Morris, I’ll take you in now.” The dean knew what Morris had called him over for as soon as he heard it, so he immediately took the two to sterilize, changed into sterile suits, and took them into the resuscitation room.


    In the dark, Morris had a hunch.


    That is, if he didn’t go in, he was afraid that the little woman would leave him for this.


    A few minutester, the dean took Morris and Philip both into the operating room, and at this moment, a surgical assistant in the corner was about to inject one of the pharmaceuticals she had just gotten into the room when the three came in, scaring her into immediately putting the stuff away.


    “These two are the patient’s family members and want toe over to keep thempany.” The dean personally spoke to the attending physician, who was a little upset but didn’t show it, just said coldly, “Stand aside, just don’t interfere with our surgery.”


    “Hmm.”


    Morris answered, side head, meaningful nce at Philip, in signaling him what.


    As a doctor, Philip, although some years have not treated people again, but some things are imprinted in the brain.


    He stood aside, silently observing.


    Morris was tempted to ask the doctor what was wrong with Vivian, but he didn’t dare interrupt and just stood there from a distance.


    The doctor’s surgical forceps were holding a piece of tampon stained with crimson blood, and his heart seized up.


    The bottle of special medicine, then to the end are kicked in the pocket, not to be used.


    “My God, how she still has a tattoo on her body? It seems to be a phoenix, the color is really bright and realistic.”