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?”

“I’m in trouble. You might be

inquired, “Bruce, are

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

realizing the gravity, offered, “Where

be ill-equipped, Bruce insisted, “Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor should touch

at least two or three times bigger

exclaimed, “Did you take

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

If it’s as bad as you say, time is of the essence.

locking eyes with Camilla and the other

I’m afraid you can’t put on pants in your current

a sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward

suggested, “Warden, how about I get you a

without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly,

donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein,

delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation,

Camilla, behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated toward

at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend

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

don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake, get me to the hospital

realizing the severity, swiftly assisted Bruce Weinstein out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe,

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

administer relief drugs first. Then, we’ll perform an angiogram

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