Anticipating relief, Bruce was dismayed to find the ice cubes utterly ineffective. The agonizing pain and severe swelling persisted unabated.

His face contorted in anguish, Bruce, once a formidable warden, now crumpled to the ground, resembling a little girl soiling her skirt and weeping in a muddy puddle.

Concerned, Camilla queried, “Mr. Warden, is it any better?”

Bruce shook his head between sobs, despairingly admitting, “Help me think of something. I can’t endure this. It’s too much…”

Flustered, Camilla stammered, “I can’t think of anything…”

Then, she suggested, “What if I call 911 for help? Should I?”

“No!” Bruce blurted, realizing the consequences. “Calling 911 would ruin all of us!”

Bruce comprehended the peril of being in a federal prison, with the Rothschild family connections. A scandal tonight could ruin his career and relationships.

Enduring the torment, he pleaded, “Go to my pocket, get my phone. I need to make a call, find someone to help.”

Relieved at the thought of assistance, Camilla hurriedly retrieved Bruce’s phone.

Bruce’s call for help wasn’t directed at Jagoan, the recent acquaintance, but at a friend, a physician at a nearby hospital.

Impatiently, Bruce exclaimed, “Mark, where are you?”

A middle-aged voice responded, “On duty at the hospital. What’s wrong?”

urgently revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be the only one who can help

inquired, “Bruce, are

confessed, “Worse. It’s a life-threatening situation, and you’re my

“Where

treatment room. No other doctor should

little brother… It’s at least two

shit!” Mark exclaimed, “Did you take

insisted, “It just swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s

“Hurry to the hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad as you say, time

aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice,

unconsciously uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid you can’t put on pants in

Weinstein looked down, a sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward

of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden,

hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch

Universes, donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein,

torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood

behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s

entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark awaited, pushing a

Weinstein’s car approaching, Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark

the brink, retorted, “Mark, it’s not April Fool’s Day. I don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake, get me

swiftly assisted Bruce Weinstein out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily

exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not here for jokes!

reassured, “I’ll administer relief drugs first. Then, we’ll perform

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