Chapter 212 Bradley Coughs Up Blood
In a blink, it was already afternoon. Margaret wrapped up her work and checked the clock; it was pushing 2:30. She had to hustle to the hospital to give Bradley his acupuncture treatment.
Margaret gathered her stuff and strolled out of the Fisher Group building. Just as she was about to head to the underground parking lot, a familiar Rolls-Royce pulled up right in front of her. The car door swung open, and William stepped out, his long legs striding towards her. "Get in the car!"
Before Margaret could even react, William reached out and yanked her into the passenger seat.
Margaret rolled her eyes, speechless, and was about to say something when William suddenly turned his head, his eyes deep and serious. "Margaret, I'm counting on you to treat my grandfather."
"Don't worry, I'll do my best to help Bradley," Margaret said, her expression turning serious as she pursed her lips. Thinking about Bradley's condition, Margaret felt a bit guilty.
On the way to the hospital, both of them were silent, their moods heavy. The small space in the car felt a bit tense.
Margaret leaned back in her seat, staring out the window, her thoughts drifting. 'Back in the day, I used to ride in William's car to and from work almost every day. But now, has this seat become Angel's exclusive spot? What secrets is Angel hiding?'
Anthony still hadn't dug up any more dirt on Angel, so for now, she could only wait and see, waiting for Angel to make a move and then strike back hard. If she guessed right, Angel wouldn't be able to hold back for long and would make a move soon. By then, she'd slip up. When that time came, she, Margaret, would definitely expose Angel for the fraud she was!
"Margaret, we're here." William's deep voice snapped Margaret out of her thoughts. She then walked into the hospital with William, stopping in front of Bradley's ward.
"Mr. Fisher, Ms. Scott," the two guards at the door greeted William and Margaret respectfully.
"Nothing unusual happened recently, right?" William asked coldly.
The bodyguard replied respectfully, "A few entertainment reporters were turned away, but everything else is normal."
"Good," William responded indifferently.
Just as William and Margaret were about to enter, they heard footsteps approaching.
"Margaret, stop right there!" Daisy's stern voice reached Margaret's ears.
Margaret glanced at Daisy indifferently. "What is it?"
Daisy, wearing high heels, walked over and looked at William. "William, are you really letting Margaret give your grandfather acupuncture?"
William frowned. "Yes."
"William, aren't you afraid that Margaret might harm Grandpa?" Abigail stepped forward, glaring at Margaret. "Margaret, what are you up to now?"
Before Margaret could speak, William's face darkened. "Abigail, shut up!"
"Daisy." Abigail tugged at Daisy's arm, looking all hurt.
"Abigail is right. Don't forget how your grandfather fell ill in the first place; it was all because of Margaret!" Daisy raised her voice. "And now you're letting Margaret treat him? Are you kidding?"
"Exactly! Margaret is just a country girl who never even went to med school and doesn't have a medical license. How can we let Grandpa take this risk?" Abigail chimed in.
"So what?" Margaret shot back, giving Daisy and Abigail a mocking look. "I'm Pryce's apprentice, and that gives me the qualification!"
From Daisy and Abigail's constant interference, Margaret felt they didn't want Bradley to wake up. No one knew what their ulterior motives were.
"William, do you really believe Margaret can cure your grandfather?" Daisy asked, frowning at William.
William's handsome face was tense as he replied in a deep voice, "Yes, I believe in Margaret."
"Fine, but if anything happens to your grandfather, will you take responsibility?" Daisy asked with a cold smile.
William smiled slightly and said firmly, "I'll take responsibility!"
Daisy and Abigail fell silent, following William and Margaret into the ward.
"James, how is my grandfather?" William asked, looking at James, who was sitting by the bed.
James stood up and replied respectfully, "Dr. Hawthorne said that after Mr. Holt's acupuncture, Mr. Bradley Fisher's condition has improved over the past few days."
William's expression relaxed. "That's good."
Margaret stepped forward. "Let me take a look."
She observed Bradley's face, noting that his condition had improved since the beginning. This indicated that he was slowly recovering.
"Margaret, how is he?" William asked with concern.
Margaret smiled. "Bradley's condition is stable. According to Pryce, after two more acupuncture sessions, Bradley will wake up."
"Please proceed with the treatment," William said, checking his watch. It had been exactly three days since Pryce's last acupuncture session.
"I'll start now," Margaret nodded, carefully taking out a few silver needles from the medical kit Pryce had left her. Closing her eyes, Margaret recalled Pryce's acupuncture techniques. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with confident determination.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Margaret unhesitatingly inserted the silver needles into Bradley's chest with swift and precise movements.
"Can Margaret really do this?" Abigail whispered, seeing Margaret's focused expression, but William's sharp glance silenced her. Abigail obediently closed her mouth.
Under William's intense gaze, everyone held their breath, afraid to disturb Margaret's acupuncture. Half an hour later, Margaret finally completed the acupuncture process. As she put away the silver needles, she let out a long sigh. "Done!"
"Margaret, how is my grandfather?" William asked eagerly.
"Everything went smoothly," Margaret said, glancing at Bradley on the bed. "After one more acupuncture session in three days, Bradley will be fine."
"Thank you, Margaret," William said, his deep eyes fixed on her.
Margaret smiled faintly. "It's my duty."
After all, she bore some responsibility for Bradley's illness. Now, curing Bradley was something Margaret felt obligated to do.
Just then, a weak cough came from the bed. Suddenly, Abigail exclaimed, "Oh no! Grandpa is coughing up blood!"