“Mr. Scott-”
Lee pushed open the office door and came in. He had <b>his </b>phone in his hand and looked at Eugene behind his desk. “It’s <b>a </b>call from Paramount Hospital about the public health awareness drivest month. They’re asking if we want to continue with another run.”
Eugene had been looking at a contract. <b>He </b>took the phone Lee handed him.
LeapCo has put a lot of effort into public welfaretely to improve its image.
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As soon as he took the phone, he heard <b>a </bmotion. Then, a voice said, “I’m sorry<b>, </b>Mr. Scott. I have something to deal with here<b>, </b><b>so </b>it might be a little noisy.”
Eugene harrumphed nonchntly, but the director on the other end sighed. “There are many
conflicts between doctors and patients nowadays, but this is the first time I’ve seen a conflict between family members<b>. </b>We even had to call the police.”
The director paused for a moment. “Speaking of which, the patient involved was the one your uncle had operated on. The old man was recovering quite well, but then he suddenly passed away<b>…</b>”
Before he could finish that sentence<b>, </b>Eugene interrupted coldly<b>. </b>“What did you just <b>say</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I said, the patient involved was the one your uncle had operated on. Do you remember? He was the old man who needed brain surgery-
“What was the <b>next </b>part?”
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Even after he hung up, Eugene’s expression was frighteningly cold.
There was an indescribable aura brewing in his dark eyes.
At the same time, at Paramount Hospital, the hospital’s security guards had broken up the fight between George and Dn<b>, </b>forcibly dragging the two <b>of </b>them <b>to </b>the <b>office</b>.
The voices outside gradually quieted down. Mniey on the <b>side </b>of her grandfather’s bed. She stared nkly at the old man. His eyes <b>were </b>closed <b>as </b>if he were <b>fast </b><b>asleep</b>.
She held her grandfather’s hand and kept rubbing it. The warmth of her grandfather’s skin was fading, and thest bit of residual heat was gradually dissipating. No matter how Mnie rubbed his hand, it <b>was </b>still cold.
He <b>was </b><b>lifeless</b>.
When someone knocked on <b>the </b>door again<b>, </b>Mnie still did not react. The nurse tried toe in several times, but Xander <b>stopped </b>her outside.
Mnie did not turn around, but she kneaded her grandfather’s palm even faster as if she was in a hurry.
However, no matter how anxious she was, no matter how much she rubbed his skin, he did not be any warmer at all.
Mnie grew even more frantic. She repeated the motions mechanically<b>, </b>over and over.
When the light in the ward dimmed, the door <b>was </b>forcefully pushed <b>open</b>.
The light in the corridor instantly illuminated the dim ward, and steady footsteps slowly approached
her.
Mnie, who had been kneeling on the floor, stiffened. The re <b>of </b>the light made her turn instinctively.
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Eugene was dressed in a ck formal suit. Mnie’s vision was blurry<b>, </b><b>so </b>she could not <b>see </b>his expression. She could only make out a vague outline.
Mnie looked in his direction in a daze. Her <b>eyes </b>were unfocused, and the rims of her eyes were red. Her face was filled with despair.
After a while, she let go of her grandfather’s hand and let it fall. She called his name in a low <b>voice</b>.
“Eugene.”
Eugene nodded and Mnie stopped. <b>“</b>Grandpa’s hands are <b>so </b>cold. He’s not feeling well these days, and his joints hurt when he’s cold.”
“Do you think he’s hurting now?”
Her tone was bordering on normal<b>, </b>but her voice was choked. She had to stop for a few times before she could finish her sentence<b>. </b>She sounded puzzled as well, <b>as </b>if she was just asking a simple question.