Alexander Johnson stood there, watching the flas engulf the night sky, and suddenly he smiled.
Ha, wonderful!
Before he and Gabriella Dyer’s battle even began, Jack Woods had already sacrificed himself!
Alexander clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging violently.
In that mont, his mind was filled with mories of Jack Woods accompanying him over the years.
He still rembered the first ti he t Jack Woods, it was amidst a similar raging fire.
That fire too, was set by Gabriella Dyer, but at the ti, Jack Woods was innocently caught up in it.
Yet in the end, Jack Woods and he supported each other and narrowly escaped from that inferno.
Since then, Jack Woods had been by his side.
Later, abroad for so many years, whether it was a car crash, assassination attempts, or terrorist gunfire, they supported each other ti and again, surviving perilous situations.
He once believed Jack Woods would stay with him until the end.
He didn’t expect, in the first battle after returning ho, that he would be gone.
Originally, when returning to the country, he planned for Jack Woods to stay abroad and manage everything they had worked for.
But Jack Woods insisted on returning, saying Gabriella Dyer was too dangerous, he wasn’t reassured, he had to co back with him!
In this way, if anything happened, he could be the first to stand in front and shield him.
Ha, now, everything he said has co true!
"Jack Woods, if only I had known, I should have sealed your mouth shut abroad!"
As he watched the fire in the archive room die down, Alexander Johnson clenched his fists so tightly that his bones cracked, his eyes bloodshot.
"Master! If you sealed my mouth, how would I work for you?"
Unexpectedly, an incredibly familiar voice ca from behind him.
Alexander’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to see a disheveled Jack Woods standing behind him.
"Jack Woods! You’re injured!"
He rushed over to find Jack Woods covered in blood.
Not far away, so figures were approaching, and Alexander Johnson guessed they were Gabriella Dyer’s people.
Thinking quickly, he supported Jack Woods and went upstairs to the VIP hospital room.
"This... Assistant Woods? What’s happened to him?"
Chloe Simpson had just moved two of her subordinates into the room and caught her breath when she saw Alexander Johnson supporting a blood-soaked man.
Instantly, her face turned pale.
Alexander Johnson didn’t answer Chloe Simpson’s question and directly supported Jack Woods onto the hospital bed, turning to order Chloe Simpson, "Bandage him up."
"Huh?" Chloe Simpson was montarily stunned.
"Aren’t you the head ergency nurse? Hurry!" Alexander grabbed Chloe Simpson and placed her in front of Jack Woods.
"I’m an ergency nurse, but I need dicine, gauze, and all the dical supplies to treat the wounds. You need to go get them now!"
Chloe Simpson, having dealt with such situations countless tis, wasn’t fazed, but was a little bewildered by this one. Coming to her senses, she ordered Alexander Johnson.
"What dical supplies do you need?" This ti, it was Alexander Johnson who was bewildered.
"Forget it, you watch him, I’ll go! Tear off his clothes where there’s a wound!"
Chloe Simpson sighed, knowing telling him would be futile since Alexander Johnson probably wouldn’t recognize them, so she decided to fetch them herself.
In healthcare, the patient’s well-being always cos first.
She ran to the nearby nurses’ station.
Fortunately, she was still wearing her nurse’s uniform, so no one suspected anything.
She gathered the supplies, pushed a dical cart, and hurried back to the room.
"Move aside."
When she returned, she saw Alexander Johnson still tearing at Jack Woods’ clothes. She picked up a pair of scissors, pushed him aside, and efficiently cut Jack Woods’ clothes off.
So many wounds, yet each avoided with precision.
Alexander Johnson watched in awe.
He suddenly had a feeling that Chloe Simpson seed naturally adept at this.
Moreover, at this mont, Chloe Simpson seed to exude a different kind of radiance.
"There are many wounds, lots of blood, but fortunately none are fatal, and there’s not excessive blood loss. As for the blood on him, it’s probably a lot of soone else’s, just looks alarming, that’s all."
Being a seasoned ergency head nurse, Chloe Simpson quickly tended to Jack Woods’ wounds.
"Thank you, Nurse Simpson. Master, I have to leave. If... they’ll certainly suspect you first, and they’ll check here soon, you’ll be exposed by then."
Jack Woods moved slightly, feeling less pain, and got up to leave.
"There’s no ti!"
Alexander Johnson glanced outside the window and saw several people running over, so he quickly dragged the two unconscious n, Gabriella Dyer’s followers, to the door.
"Jack Woods, hide behind the door. Chloe Simpson, take off your clothes and lie down."
Having dealt with Gabriella Dyer’s n, he ordered Jack Woods and Chloe Simpson.
"Got it, master." Years of tacit cooperation made Jack Woods instantly understand Alexander Johnson’s arrangent.
"What?" Chloe Simpson was shocked.
Alexander Johnson wanted her to take off her clothes? Now?
And in front of Jack Woods!
"Miss Simpson, rest assured, I won’t peek! If you catch doing so, you can gouge my eyes out! I won’t complain at all!"
Jack Woods quickly swore solemnly to reassure Chloe Simpson.
"Chloe Simpson, either take them off, or you’ll die with us later." Alexander Johnson commanded from the side.
With the situation made clear, Chloe Simpson had no choice but to comply.
So, she stripped in front of the two n, but Alexander Johnson didn’t go so far as to make her take everything off, leaving her undergarnts on.
However, what she didn’t expect was just as she finished undressing, and before lying down, she turned and saw Alexander Johnson, in three moves, swiftly remove his jacket and pants, leaving only his underwear.
"Alexander Johnson, you!"
She was horrified, and before she could speak, Alexander Johnson grabbed her and pushed her onto the hospital bed, pulling the covers over them both.
But in the process, his firm body inadvertently pressed against her.
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