Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 115

The atmosphere at the entrance to the operating theater was tense. Everyone present was uneasy and nervous as if waiting for someone important to show up,

The director of Athana Hospital got out of bed after receiving a call from Frank Roberts 15 minutes ago. He headed straight for the hospital to prepare for surgery

In addition, specialist doctors from the cerebral surgery department were summoned. All of them gathered at the operating theater’s entrance, awaiting the arrival of the VIP patient.

The director initially planned to summon Natalie but gave up the idea, knowing she had a child to care for. Instead, he summoned other doctors to the hospital.

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Jim’s face was pale as a sheet when he walked in with Trevon on his back. Frank helped him place Trevon onto the bed the nurse had prepared. The director then personally pushed him into the operating theater with care, feeling uneasy all the way.

Jim was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. He kept pacing back and forth, not knowing if he should call Theo. He rubbed. his hands nervously, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Frank leaned against the door of the operating theater and lifted his chin to glance at Jim. “Can’t you sit still for a moment, dude?”

Jim was too anxious to sit still. “Mr. Roberts, why did you strike him?” It was meant to be a sparring session, but somehow Trevon landed in hospital.

Frank did not seem too worried. He reviewed the sparring session and became a little suspicious. “Don’t worry. He’ll regain consciousness soon enough. Just sit tight and wait.”

As expected, the lights in the operating theater went out half an hour later. The director walked out with a smile. “Mr. Wilson suffered a heavy blow and has a concussion. He is still unconscious, but it’s not a big problem. He’ll probably wake up at night. Don’t worry too much”

Jim was relieved but still worried about Trevon not waking up. He planned to watch over him the entire time.

Frank did not utter a word or respond to the director’s remarks. He just swayed along unhurriedly to the VIP ward with the

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After Trevon was transferred to the bed in the ward. Frank stood at the door and took a quick peek. The corners of his lips instantly curled up, and he smiled without saying anything.

Jim said after the hospital director left. “Mr. Roberts, you don’t have to wait around. I’ll stay behind to take care of Mr. Wilson tonight.”

next door to check on Hackett Blackwell,” Frank said. When he passed by carlier, he saw the patient’s name in

surprised. ‘Is Mr. Blackwell also hospitalized?”

too, Frank said, ignoring Jim’s puzzled look

both the men

Roberts impolitely knocked on the next ward’s door and went straight

before submerging back in the video game. ‘Fuck! I’ve been fucking staying here for the last few days. What took you so long

nonsense. He looked around the room and said, “Not bad, bro. Are you going

his cell phone. “Push the tower, you useless creep!” he yelled before replying to Frank. “I’m not terminally

his watch; it was almost two in the morning. He realized Hackett had tormented himself past midnight on his cell phone game. “Hey, bro. The game isn’t suitable for you. It burns your brain. Go next door and visit when you

left. The tower defense game was a failure, and he had been bored staying in the hospital for the past few days. Natalie did not bother to return after the ward round. As for Sherri, she did not show up after the two quarreled last time. On the other hand, his mother delivered creamy potato soup daily. Hackett drank so much he could not take it

on his jacket and slippers and dragged himself out of the ward. When the

in the next ward. “No worries. I’ll take a walk. Is there

nurse smiled sweetly. “Yes, he just came

name card was missing. “How come there’s no name on the wall?” he asked curiously.

smile. “The director instructed

curious because Frank told him to visit the ward. “Remove my name too.”

nurse

nurse quickly stopped him. The hospital director instructed us that the patient can’t be disturbed. Mr. Blackwell.

began to kill the bored Hackett. “I know him. Don’t worry. I’ll

she

up and opened the door. “Mr. Blackwell,” he was

rushed into the room. When he saw the person on the bed, he said anxiously, “Fuck, why is Trevon hospitalized? What’s going

and Frank last night. Hackett felt something was amiss but could not figure out

until three in the morning Jim could not take it anymore and left to buy something. Trevon was still unconscious, so Hackett went back to sleep

not being at home and played alone most of the time. Moreover,

after breakfast. While sitting in the car, she felt reluctant to drive because the traffic was too heavy. The weather in February was not as bone-chilling as it was in

of the car. She returned home decisively to get her motorbike key.

“Didn’t you