Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal)
Chapter 817

Chapter 817

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 817

Facing the row of men in the corridor, the doctor who was almost bald felt that his hair, which was already very little, was dropping one by one. He wiped his cold sweat, took a breath, and said, “The doctor is still doing resuscitation inside, but I have to make it clear to the family first. The low-level carbon monoxide poisoning can be cured after treatment, but for the severe type, the death rate is relatively high…”

Antony’s veins were about to pop out. “What do you mean?! Is my sister suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning?”

The doctor trembled and said, “It’s not very serious, but it’s more serious than a moderate level. But since Miss Evans is in poor health, there may be some sequelae after she is rescued.”

In fact, he didn’t want to say it in front of these evil-looking men, because he felt that if he said it, not to mention his hair, even his life would be hard to keep. But as a doctor, this was what he had to do. He said,

“The more serious sequelae include hemiplegia, aphasia, symptomatic epilepsy, and possibly delayed encephalopathies, such as dementia and psychiatric abnormalities…”

The doctor felt that he was about to be killed by others’ eyes. He braced himself and continued, “And, and in the process of treatment, the critically ill patient may also have brain herniation, shock, pulmonary edema, acute renal failure, and so on. Of course, they are unlikely to happen… But we have to inform the family members to be mentally prepared.”

Antony looked as if he was going to scold him. Danny pressed his shoulder and asked, “What’s the use of making things difficult for the doctor?”

The doctor saw Danny’s expression as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly said, “I, I’ll go in first.”

With a “bang”, the door of the emergency room was closed again. The red light was still on, and no one knew whether the person inside was alive or dead.

Antony exhaled a mouthful of murky air. He turned around and kicked Edwin. He studied in the military academy and always scored high marks in his practical lessons. This kick almost broke Edwin’s ribs and twisted his internal organs. Edwin was lying on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His vision was also black.

A slender and white hand pulled his hair forcefully as he was pulled up. Marcus said calmly, “If I ask you to kneel, you should kneel properly. Don’t be lazy. I don’t like it.”

Edwin endured the pain all over his body and knelt on the cold ground in fear. He had never regretted it as much as he did now-he shouldn’t have been so anxious… He should have dealt with Phyllis after some time, otherwise, how could he have provoked these crazy people?

The light in the corridor was pale. Compared with it, the moonlight was much gentler. Standing at the junction of light and darkness, Harold wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he remembered that he had already smoked several cigarettes. If the smell of smoke on his body was too heavy, the little girl would not like it.

So he endured this impulse and clenched his nails into his palm, which pierced his skin and flesh, and blood flowed out drop by drop following his clenched fist.

How painful should it be?

Such a big fire would definitely burn the floor to a very burning temperature. Crystal’s skin was so delicate that it would turn red every time he pinched it. How painful would it be when she was burned?

How scared would she be?

The locked door, the rolling smoke, and the crazy Phyllis. Crystal would be afraid even when she had a nightmare and would only be able to continue sleeping after he coaxed her. How scared she was!

If there was really God in the world, he wished that he was the one to experience it.

It was a pity that God did not listen to the wish of evil spirits walking in the human world.