Chapter 98 Intense Conflict
Two hours later, James sat exhausted on a bench at the hospital entrance, gulping down soda to replenish his energy.
Although the Nine Palace Reviving Needle was merely the icing on the cake, its application had drained James considerably.
Coupled with the conflict with Jesse, James was too tired to move and temporarily abandoned his thoughts of seeking revenge on Harry.
James drank three full bottles of soda before regaining his strength. Just then, someone burst out of the hospital.
All his wounds treated, Scott ran to James's side as if he had been injected with ten shots of adrenaline, full of energy and urgency.
His blood-stained clothes were gone, replaced by a clean auxiliary police uniform, which made him look somewhat more spirited.
However, his head was half-bandaged, making him resemble a mummy.
Without a word, he gave James a heavy hug.
"James, thank you." Scott laughed heartily. "No more words are needed. If you ever need anything, tell me. I will try my best to help."
Though he was proud and unruly, he was also clear about his debts and favors. James's skills, not to mention the life-saving grace alone, were worth his loyalty.
"Scott, you're too kind." James smiled. "As long as David is fine."
"Do you have any charms or something like that?" Scott grinned. "Get me a few, especially the kind that makes you invulnerable. Money is not an issue."
"Do you think I'm God?" James couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "If such a thing existed, why would I need to run a clinic? I could go to the battlefield and sell charms to become the richest man."
Scott said, "I don't care. Just get me some good stuff."
At this moment, like David, he had absolute trust in James.
James had no choice but to smile. "Alright, once you finish your business, come to the clinic. I'll get you a jade charm."
Scott was overjoyed. "It's a deal."
"Watch my stuff for a moment. I need to use the restroom." James put down his bag containing silver needles and his phone, then quickly ran to the nearby restroom. Three bottles of soda were too much for his bladder.
As soon as James disappeared, the phone on the bag started vibrating incessantly. A call from someone named Samuel was coming in.
Scott glanced at it, hesitated, and didn't answer.
The call stopped, but Samuel called again.
Scott still didn't answer.
On the third call, Scott, who had met Samuel yesterday and worried that his repeated calls might be urgent, finally pressed the answer button.
Scott said, "Hello, James is in the restroom."
"James, it's bad. Those bastards have found the inpatient department." Samuel's shout came from the other end of the line. "They're coming to arrest you and Mary."
Arrested James and his wife?
Scott stood up abruptly. "Where are you?"
Samuel replied in a low voice, "We're still on the sixth floor. They have captured Isabella. I'm going to save her."
Then, Scott heard the phone drop, followed by sounds of struggle and screams, accompanied by a woman's cries and a man's sinister laughter.
He looked up and saw figures moving on the sixth floor. His face changed dramatically. Leaving a note behind, he rushed towards the inpatient department.
At this moment, the sixth floor of the inpatient department was in chaos.
Five minutes earlier, a group of burly men in black had kicked over trash cans and the nurse's station. After searching Mary's ward, they marched menacingly towards the end of the corridor.
Among them, a bald man stood out, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.
It was Terry.
The security guards had never seen such a scene before and were cowering under the table, trembling with fear.
"James, Mary, come out!" Terry shouted, rubbing his bald head. "Mr. Bennett invites you for a midnight snack."
Isabella instinctively came out upon hearing the shout.
Seeing a group of menacing people, she reflexively ran towards Room 6, only to be kicked down by several burly men who mistook her for Mary.
Samuel quickly locked Room 8, pushed Mary to hide on the balcony, and, after calling James, grabbed a chair and rushed out amidst the chaos.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Isabella cried out for help as four or five men dragged her. A few nurses instinctively stepped forward but were kicked away.
"I'll fight you!" Samuel rushed to save her but was slapped down by Terry. Then, several burly men stepped forward and started beating Samuel.
Terry didn't even look at Samuel. He just stared at the disheveled Isabella.
"You're the troublemaker." He slapped Isabella's face, leaving several red marks. "Where's James? Where is he? Call him out."
Isabella burst into tears.
"Stop crying." Terry slapped her again. "Drag this bitch to the car first."
Realizing that he had mistaken her for Mary, Isabella was so frightened that her whole body was trembling. She wanted to say she wasn't Mary, but she just couldn't utter the words.
She was pitifully dragged towards the elevator, like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
The cries of the nurses behind her made the atmosphere even more sorrowful.
Samuel tried to get up but collapsed halfway with a thud.
"James, get out here!" Terry lit a cigarette and sneered. "If you don't come out, we'll have fun with your wife."
"Stop right there!" Just as Terry was shouting for James, Scott stepped out, blocking Terry and his men with a stern face.
Scott said, "I'm Scott. I order you to cease your criminal activities immediately."
"Scott?" While Samuel's eyes lit up, Terry blew out a puff of smoke and sneered at Scott's jacket. "Who the hell is Scott? Never heard of him!"
He found Scott somewhat familiar but mostly dismissive. Scott's jacket was marked with the words 'auxiliary police,' a role not even considered a formal job. Such a person was beneath his notice.
Scott shouted, "Release her!"
"Quite the tough talk!" Terry sneered at Scott. "But who do you think you are?"
In the next second, five or six shotguns were raised, pointing straight at Scott's head.
Terry spat on the ground, stepped forward, and slapped Scott's face. "An auxiliary cop is meddling in our business."
Scott instinctively wanted to fight back, but as soon as he raised his arm, the sound of gun bolts clicking surrounded him.
Two shotguns were directly pressed against Scott's head.
Meanwhile, three burly men kicked Scott down and started beating him.
In an instant, Scott was covered in blood.
Scott was furious and attempted to fight back, but the opponent struck him even harder.
Seeing this, Samuel rushed up, but in chaos, he was slapped four times. Terry then kicked him away.
Samuel shouted, "You bastards. He's Mr. Miller."
"Beat him, beat him up!" Terry sneered arrogantly, his fingers gesturing wildly. "What Mr. Miller? I don't give a shit!"
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