Chapter 143 The End of Life
The call ended, and James received calls from Jacob, Andrew, Katherine, and others.
Each one of them was asking James to treat Aaron's mother.
It was clear that Aaron had quite a good network.
After informing them that he would go to treat her, James called a taxi and headed out.
Half an hour later, James appeared at Rosewood City Evergreen Heights Medical Center and noticed many luxury cars in the parking lot, along with a dozen vehicles from other hospitals.
"James, you're finally here." Patrick, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him, "Thank you so much."
Patrick put his arm around James' shoulder, saying, "With the clinic renovation being so busy, it's really inconvenient to have you come over."
"It's a small matter." James got straight to the point, "Is the patient's condition very serious?"
"Very serious. Even with a dozen experts working together, they can't control the spread of the toxin." Patrick's face was grave. "The patient fell into a coma an hour ago."
"Mr. Collins is very anxious right now, and we also called Randy to come over."
He only knew that Charlotte was poisoned and didn't have much time to delve into the details, so he didn't know it was related to Addison.
James frowned. "Is the toxin that tricky?"
He remembered that Darrell had been poisoned three times, and although it was severe, it wasn't that tricky.
Patrick shook his head. "The toxin isn't aggressive, but it can't be completely cleared, and the patient can't wake up. The police interrogated the suspect, but she couldn't say anything."
Hearing about the suspect, James felt his heart skipped a beat, wondering how Addison was doing.
He didn't have much affection for Addison and was growing distant from the Smith Family, but for Mary's sake, he still didn't want anything to happen to Addison.
"Use your connections to inform the police to treat the suspect well," James said to Patrick, "I'll detoxify the patient as soon as possible."
Patrick was taken aback. "You know the suspect?"
James replied calmly, "She's my mother-in-law."
Patrick was shocked and quickly made a phone call.
Ten minutes later, James followed Patrick to the third floor of the hospital, to a spacious special care ward.
There were many people inside and outside the ward, all looking worried.
Jacob saw James and was overjoyed, leading people to greet him, "James."
James nodded without further discussion and quickly moved closer to the crowd to listen to the patient's condition.
"We've pumped the stomach, administered medication, and used serum, but the tests didn't reveal anything," A hospital leader with graying hair was speaking to an elderly man. "But for some reason, the patient's condition is worsening, and she's fallen into a deep coma. There might be something we missed in the tests, or it could be a reaction to some medication. I'll continue to arrange for expert consultations, and I believe we'll have results soon."
He spoke cautiously, clearly indicating that the elderly man was Aaron.
Aaron was short and frail, with a face full of wrinkles, but standing there, he was as unyielding as a steel rod.
To the people of Rosewood City, Aaron was not only an underground king but also a great philanthropist.
When angry, he could take down a dozen business associations, but when kind, he could tell stories for three days and nights by the bedside of a kid with leukemia.
He didn't know martial arts, but many skilled martial artists helped him. He lived a reclusive life but remained highly respected.
This illustrious name that had been heard for many years now meant nothing to James.
Because the usually fearsome Aaron, who could cause bloodshed with his anger, was now as anxious and out of control as a three-year-old child.
"Useless! Useless!" At this moment, hearing that the condition had worsened, Aaron pointed at the doctors in fury. "Yesterday it was just drug poisoning, and today it's life-threatening?"
"The patient is still in a coma and can't wake up."
"Should I say your medical skills are lacking, or your attitude is not serious?"
"All of you usually live in comfort, but at critical moments, you make mistakes."
"I don't care; within two hours, you must give a diagnosis and treatment plan."
"It must be a good plan with good results."
"If anything happens to my mother, I won't spare you incompetent doctors."
"If she dies, I'll make sure you all die with her."
Aaron continued to roar furiously, like a man-eating tiger.
Jacob and the others were all silent and dazed. Even Mr. Collins, who usually remained calm in any situation, was not composed today.
James, however, showed some appreciation. He knew that Aaron truly cared for and was filial to his mother.
It was precisely because he cared that he couldn't suppress the fear of losing her.
The hospital leader wiped his sweat, answering, "Yes, yes."
Everyone else was also sweating profusely.
Everyone knew that Aaron was decisive and swift in his actions. If something went wrong, their careers would be over.
"Mr. Powell is here."
At this moment, the elevator dinged, and five or six people walked out.
Leading them was an elderly man in a suit, with white hair and a youthful face, looking very dignified.
The doctors immediately greeted him and welcomed him.
Aaron restrained his emotions and walked quickly to Randy, "Mr. Powell, you're finally here. I'm sorry to have you fly back so early."
He stepped forward and shook Mr. Powell's hand vigorously.
Seeing James' curiosity, Patrick whispered an explanation, "Randy Powell is also a consultant for BH Pharmaceuticals. It is he who wanted to meet you to inquire about the source of the Bashful Flower formula. But you refused to see him, so he didn't dare to disturb you."
Patrick smiled, "With Charlotte poisoned, Mr. Collins brought him back overnight. With his help, the toxin should be neutralized."
James nodded. "He does seem quite skilled."
"Mr. Collins, everyone, let's skip the small talk." At this moment, Randy waved his hand decisively. "Let me see the patient first."
Aaron quickly responded, "Alright, Mr. Powell, this way, please."
Randy led his team into the ward, and the doorway and hallway were immediately crowded with people.
James and Patrick squeezed for five minutes to get to the front.
Before they could steady themselves, they saw Randy standing up from the bedside, saying, "Mr. Collins, I can treat her. But it's a one-in-ten chance of survival!"
'One-in-ten chance of survival?'
The atmosphere grew heavy, and the entire ward and hallway fell silent.
James, who had squeezed to the front, was also shocked and then focused his gaze on the room.
He saw an elderly woman in her eighties lying on a large bed, dressed in luxurious clothes, with a peaceful expression.
Though her prime had passed, it hadn't left her too weathered.
Even in her sleep, she remained elegant and dignified.
But the elderly woman was now in a coma, her face as pale as paper.
'Hmm?' James suddenly frowned and thought to himself, 'Is her life at its end?'
He clearly saw a faint black ring around Charlotte's forehead.
This black aura was invisible to ordinary people.
James only noticed it after careful observation.
James took a deep breath. If that were the case, it wouldn't be a one-in-ten chance; he wouldn't even have a ten percent chance.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
