The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 58: HOLD ON!

Cheryl nodded quickly with an unstoppable roar of tears. The beautiful bead that was usually clear, now turned red.

Tristan wants to wipe away those tears. His heart was sobbing that he saw the girl he loved crying, even from crying for another man.

But Tristan did it. He turned Cheryl's still unmoved body, touched Cheryl's shoulders and put her lips closer to her ear.

“Go, let me take care of mom.” Tristan whispered withstanding the pain in her chest.

Cheryl nodded quickly. Just saying thank you, his lips could not. After seeing Tristan's smile, the girl ran out. Heels who hampered his steps now he loose and leave it alone.

Cheryl enters the elevator, pressing the button over and over impatiently. Both of his legs barefooted loudly as he impatiently reached the IGD floor immediately.

When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Cheryl ran back, opening the IGD doors violently. All eyes were on him. Cheryl leaned over, holding both knees while breathing hard.

"Please! The roof!" he said it was unclear, pointing upwards.

The medics don't understand. They looked at each other and put their shoulders together. Then threw a strange look at Cheryl.

"the hunt! Standby at roof top. There's an emergency patient there! Why just talk, huh?!" cheryl shouted inflamed, her hands pounding the table with such a sharp look.

"Sorry, Miss. But what patients?" One of the nurses in hospital uniform asked.

Cheryl growled, clutching her teeth, almost grabbing her own hair. "Yes God! If I were a doctor, I'd handle it myself without having to call you. Now also bring a gurney and pick up the patient at the rooftop!” tell the girl to scream again.

The medics are still confused, even considering Cheryl has a psychic disorder. They just glanced at Cheryl.

“Hei! What else are you waiting for!” berang Cheryl rampage.

Before long, Poltak's voice, which was still connected to Cheryl's phone, was heard again. The girl turned on the loudspeaker and stared intently one by one who was there. His hands trembled, his roar of breath gushed violently. His chest rose and fell rapidly

“Nona! We are preparing to land on the roof top of the main building! Gawat, there is also a wound on the head! His blood does not stop,” exclaimed Poltak.

Cheryl felt tight, her fists strengthened until her white skin turned red, “Quickly make preparations. He also had a gunshot wound to his stomach! Or I should destroy this hospital because it's too slow!” shouts Cheryl crazy.

Nervous, all the medics and doctors were nervous, panicking after hearing it. They scatter with medical supplies and immediately go to the roof top of the hospital.

Cheryl braced herself, she was in the front row welcoming the arrival of Jourrel. No matter the heat that burns the sole of the foot smooth. The helicopter door opened, the stairs began to be lowered until they touched the ground.

Cheryl's tears were further broken when she saw the four men in the middle of filling the unconscious body of Jourrel.

“Quick!” cheryl looked at the nurses.

They immediately ran around pushing the gurney. Jourrel's body was laid down slowly, his handsome face had many cuts and bruises. His lips paled, eyes that were usually as sharp as an eagle were tightly shut.

Cheryl squeezes out Jourrel's fingers, which soon gets first aid. His tears are falling. “You must be strong,” Cheryl said between her tears.

“Doctor, very low blood pressure!”

“We have to do the operation immediately!” tell the doctor after examining the wound. “Prepare everything!” again, which the nurses immediately embraced.

Jourrel was immediately pushed into the operating room. All the medics shared their duties, contacting the surgeon and his team. Some take care of their administration.

“You must wait outside, Miss. Please immediately sign so that we can immediately take action,” said the doctor forbid Cheryl from entering the operating room.

The girl's body is squeezed, now it's decaying to the floor. He was no longer strong to run here. Waiting for the administration to approach him.

After signing all the documents, the red light above the door was on. Signs of the operation have begun.

His body curled up, hugging his knees on the cold floor. He was afraid something might happen to that man. ‘Even you sacrificed your own life, you have also been trying to protect me lately. Jourrel, please hold on!’ his screams inwardly patted his chest that felt tight.

“Nona, your phone rang from earlier,” said Poltak whose body was drenched in the blood of Jourrel's scar.

Cheryl did not realize that her bodyguard was following her earlier. He himself was not aware when his phone continued to squeal because there was a call.

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nyesegh really when it's been ticking but repeatedly ilang. ni apk latest update makes shortness of breath. type in the word used to move here so it's not neat. I keep piye 🥺.