Substitute Bride For Young Master
Chapter 89's
The operating room light was still on when Alex and Billy walked quickly towards Raymond. A very deep wrinkle on Alex's forehead. While Billy's face was filled with flames of anger that seemed ready to burn anyone. Four well-built bodyguards accompany Alex and Billy, making their appearance look even more intimidating.
Raymond got up and greeted the two men, “Tuan—“
Bugh!
Raymond's body was lined up backwards as Billy's fist lodged in his stomach. He was stunned, not understanding why he was suddenly beaten up like that. When he wanted to ask, back the blow repeatedly aired by Billy. The man looked like he was waving a grudge.
“Mr Billy, did you misunderstand me?” asked Raymond while protecting his face. It was not that he could not retaliate, but this state of affairs was too chaotic. He did not want to add to the mess by fighting in the hospital hallway. Lorie had not even finished surgery, so she could only hold everything back.
“Mistake?!” Billy roared furiously and dragged Raymond's collar. “Still asking if I misunderstood?”
Billy's fist raised again, but a deep voice from behind his body stopped him from beating Raymond.
“Stop, Billy. You want to kill him?” reproach Alex.
“He deserved to die!” billy shouted loudly, his temple veins protruding and twitching tightly, showing how big his emotions were at the moment.
Raymond who had been battered by being beaten leaned against the wall while holding his heart. So hurt. God fucking.
“What's up? Why do you vent emotions like that? What mistakes have I made?” he asked while rubbing blood on the corner of his lips. Breathing gasps. It hurts a lot when he is breathing and talking.
“Still dare to ask what is your fault?!” Billy's face was like a demon who wanted to swallow people.
“If anything happens to Lorie, believe no I will bury you alive!” he shouted with wrath.
Daniel simply watched all the commotion from the side and did not want to make any comment. It has nothing to do with him.
Suddenly the four men's focus changed when they heard the operating room door open.
A nurse came out of there and said, “Master, we're out of AB blood stock. All supplies are in use, but the patient is bleeding heavily. If any of the gentlemen are of the same blood type, please come with me to undergo the examination.”
“I!” Raymond jumped forward. “My blood type AB.”
Looking at Raymond's scarred body and battered face, the nurse looked a little hesitant.
“Your Condition, Mr. ... it—“
“Not mind. Quick, where to go to check?” sela Raymond's. All the pain in his body disappeared.
“Follow me.”
“Good.”
Raymond quickly followed the nurse. They entered a room not far from the operating room. He was asked to sit, asked for medical history, measured blood pressure and blood checking procedures. Thankfully everything is appropriate. He was then asked to lie on a hospital bed, and the transfusion process was immediately carried out.
“Take again,” said Raymond after one bag of blood as much as 400 ml has been taken from his body.
“I said take it again! What nonsense?!”
“We can not break the procedure.”
“Procedure?” Raymond sneered. “If until the woman dies, I make sure there will not be any procedures that can be carried out in this hospital!”
Raymond took out his business card and threw it at the woman. The nurse's face paled. His hand trembled slightly when he returned Raymond's business card.
“B-well, Mr. Dawson. Wait a minute.”
The nurse came out and called her boss to report what had happened. When he mentioned Raymond Dawson's name, his boss immediately told him to do as the man asked.
“Good, I understand.” The nurse rushed in and stuck a needle in Raymond's arm.
“It's your own wish, Sir. Don't blame the hospital if something happens to you.”
Raymond just snorted softly and closed his eyes. To be honest he was a little embarrassed for having used his power to threaten others, but how else? For Lorie's sake, he would do anything.
Anything.
“You okay, Mr Dawson?” ask the nurse who saw Raymond lying down and not moving.
“Master?” call again after no response.
Did he faint?
The nurse reached out cautiously and checked the pulse on her wrist.
Damnit. Fainted indeed.
Panicking, the nurse called her partner to stop the blood draw. Their faces both paled. Did they just hurt someone important? Pimply. So critical.
They quickly put on the infusion and loosened the tie of his tie, removed his shoes and socks, then helped him to lie down comfortably.
“Why can this be done?” scold his coworkers.
“Don't blame me, he forced.”
The two people stood up anxiously and looked at Raymond. Meanwhile, in the operating room, Lorie's bleeding was successfully stopped. An additional bag of blood was prepared beside him, just in case there were any complications.
The doctor in charge of performing the surgery sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. This was the only case of the operation that made him depressed. If the patient is not helped, maybe his own life can not be saved.
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