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“Why would the attacker target Dr. Mitchell?” questioned another. “He’s a top doctor at Concord Hospital. How could such a thing ur?”
A voice piped up, “It’s because he was med for the attacker’s wife’s death.”
“But that surgery was three years ago. It’s unjust to me Dr. Mitchell now,” another retorted, defending Lanny.
Murmurs swirled among the onlookers, each sharing their thoughts on the dreadful incident.
Elsa observed from the sidelines, her gaze fixed on Norah for a time before she decisively turned away.
Joanna affirmed to Norah, “You know I can protect you.”
“Be sure to stay safe if something like this happens again,” Norah responded, patting Joanna’s head in mild irritation. She appreciated her intention but was confident in her own security measures.
In a protective reflex, Joanna had shielded Norah during the panic. Now,ing to her senses and overwhelmed by the reality of danger, she felt a mix of fear and frustration from being in a vulnerable state in the hospital.
Susanna, visibly shaken, suggested, “Let’s leave this ce.” Witnessing such violence firsthand was unnerving.
“Hopefully, Dr. Mitchell will make it,” Susanna expressed. Considering that Norah was also a doctor, she hoped for the well-being of all medical professionals.
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“Medical disputes can be truly frightening,” she added, a sentiment reflecting the peril doctors asionally face. The group tried not to linger on the grim scene. It was evident the attacker had specifically aimed for Lanny.
The assant had targeted Norah too, possibly seeing her as vulnerable due to her wheelchair—a chilling reminder of the irrationality harbored by him.
As life in the hospital marched on, Joanna escorted Norah to her uing appointment.
Gilda, sensing a deeper conspiracy, instructed Chayce, “Start investigating. I suspect there’s more behind this incident.” It seemed likely that the chaos earlier had been exploited to orchestrate an attack on Norah, hinting at a sinister plot weaving through the day’s events.
Afterpleting her CT scan, Norah was wheeled back through the busy outpatient hall by Joanna. Despite the earlier chaos, it seemed only Lanny had suffered serious injuries.
“Hold on a moment,” Norah said, pressing the brakes on her wheelchair. “Joanna, could you find out how Dr. Mitchell is doing?”
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