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

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce,

a life-threatening situation, and you’re my last

realizing the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

Mark alone might be ill-equipped, Bruce insisted, “Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor should touch me. I’ll come

little brother… It’s at least two or three times bigger than usual. I feel like it’s about to burst

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

stammered, “I…I’ll be there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice,

unconsciously uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid

in his heart. The awkward posture made wearing pants impossible unless he opted

suggested, “Warden,

hesitation, urging, “Go

Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio

showed no mercy, each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of

wheel of Bruce

the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark

Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned,

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 stunned. He inquired, “Bruce, is this

exclaimed, “Mark, I’m

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

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