Chapter 96 Seven Beams of White Light
At nine o'clock in the evening, James took Mary to the hospital.
She was merely drugged into unconsciousness. Once the effects of the drug were mostly neutralized with an injection, a good night's sleep would suffice for her recovery. James paid for Room Six for Mary, but he placed her in Room Eight to rest.
In such critical times, an extra precaution was not unwarranted.
James said, "Samuel, Isabella, take good care of her. Isabella, you contact the Smith family and tell them she got drunk and is sleeping at your place."
James transferred fifteen thousand dollars to the two of them. "I'll be heading to the police station shortly." He was actually planning to find Harry.
"James, you can't go." Isabella instinctively grabbed James's arm. "If you go, you might not come out." Though James was formidable, he would still be crushed when facing the Watson family.
She believed that if James entered the police station, the Watson family would spare no effort to deal with him.
Samuel nodded repeatedly. "Yes, James, you can't go. Assaulting someone in public is a serious charge."
"I know the charge is serious, which is why I'm cooperating with the investigation." James patted their shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Samuel and Isabella wanted to say more, but James gently waved them off. "You'll see me by tomorrow morning."
James wasn't a fool. He had considered the consequences when he stabbed. He couldn't guarantee he'd come out unscathed, but he certainly wouldn't end up in jail.
After speaking, James grabbed his coat and headed into the hall.
"Hurry, hurry, doctor, doctor, save my brother, save my brother."
As James reached the first floor of the hospital, an emergency stretcher rushed in, carrying a gunshot victim.
The person was wearing an oxygen mask, covered in blood, and looked in a dire state. As the doctors and nurses took over the stretcher with tense expressions, James noticed several people among them, with Scott at the forefront.
He was running alongside, shouting at the doctors, "Save my brother, please."
James was taken aback, David?
The operating room happened to be available, and with time pressing, the doctors pushed the patient into the emergency room, drawing the curtain to begin the rescue.
"Blood pressure is dropping. Heart rate is rising. Platelets are decreasing."
"Adjust blood volume, correct electrolyte imbalance, supplement platelets."
"Oh no!"
"Patient's blood pressure is zero. The heart has stopped!"
"Defibrillation, CPR."
The voices of doctors and nurses alternated, making the emergency room even more tense. Scott and the others were restless, pacing back and forth at the door.
Scott shouted, "Damn it, damn it!"
Scott punched the wall repeatedly, venting his anger.
"Scott, what happened?" James approached. "Did something happen to David?"
"James? Mr. Williams?" Scott was about to yell but suddenly recognized him.
He shivered and grabbed James's hand, shouting, "James, please save my brother, save him!"
James patted his shoulder and asked, "What exactly happened?" Scott cried like a child. Scott said, "It's all my fault. You're skilled. I respect that. But when you said I was in for a bloody disaster, I dismissed it as nonsense. But my brother believed it. He said he didn't believe it at first either, but then he had a string of bad luck and even found a white cloth and a portrait under his car. Though I witnessed all of this, I still found it too absurd and paid no heed to his warnings. When he saw my indifference, he became extremely worried and followed me whenever he had the chance, reminding me constantly."
Scott added, "Half an hour ago, we were on a mission to raid a group of foreign bandits. I was careless and exposed myself to their sniper. David spotted the red dot of the aim and, at the critical moment, pushed me down and shielded me with his body. I survived, but my brother was hit. Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the bullet still penetrated his body and hit me as well. The reason I'm fine is because the bullet you gave me blocked it, but my brother wasn't so lucky and is now in critical condition."
His face bore scratches, and his ribs were bleeding, but he didn't care at all. He just gripped James's hand tightly. Scott said, "Mr. Williams, you're so skilled. You must have a way to save my brother. Please, save him life. I'll even kneel to you." Scott, usually rebellious and uncontrollable, was now frightened like a child. He collapsed to his knees, begging James earnestly.
"Don't kneel." James quickly helped him up. "The doctors are working on him. They're top-notch and experienced. He'll be fine."
Scott shook his head desperately, tears streaming down. As someone familiar with sniper rifles, he knew the damage a bullet to a vital area could cause.
That brute force, even if it didn't kill instantly, would shatter internal organs.
To Scott, the doctors' efforts were just a form of self-comfort and denial. He believed that only James had a chance to save David.
James reassured him, "Alright, I'll take a look at David in a moment."
Just then, the curtain was pulled back, and a female doctor emerged with a dozen others, all looking sorrowful and apologetic.
"Mr. Scott, Mr. David's injuries are too severe. I'm sorry, we did our best." The female doctor bowed her head slightly. "Prepare yourself mentally."
She was deeply moved and regretful, genuinely wanting to save David. If she succeeded, it would be a great achievement, and the hospital would commend her.
"No, no, David isn't dead. He isn't dead. He can't be." Scott lost his composure again. "Try to save him again, try again." David and Scott had always been close, and he couldn't accept the reality of David not surviving.
The female doctor shook her head helplessly. "Mr. Scott, I'm sorry. He has penetrating wounds in the abdomen and back. There's spleen damage and a retroperitoneal hematoma that's approximately 11.8 inches."At that moment, a calm yet clear voice came from the emergency room. Scott and the others turned to see James treating David. The dozen medical staff were shocked, both at James's audacity to touch David and at his ability to diagnose the injuries just by feeling the pulse.
"Who are you?" The female doctor said, "This is a critical area for resuscitation. Stop messing around and get out."
Scott was on the verge of losing it. If James continued to meddle, the entire hospital would be implicated.
"Don't speak." Scott silenced the medical staff and then shouted, "Mr. Williams, can David still be saved?"
A few subordinates also gathered around, looking at James with hopeful eyes.
James took out silver needles."I have a seventy percent chance of saving him." In reality, David's condition was dire, and no treatment would likely work. But this didn't daunt James. He could still repair it. Status: Duodenal rupture, pancreatic head rupture, right lobe of the liver laceration.
Cause: Blunt force from a gunshot.
Repair or destroy?
Without hesitation, James thought, 'Repair!' Seven beams of white light instantly entered David's body.
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