The driver, eyes shining, was filled with vitality upon seeing such amount of money, "Hold on tight, young ladies!"
Today, even if he gets fined, he would deliver Fiona Knight and Diana Hershey to the Capital City Hospital as quickly as possible.
The driver had been driving for twenty years and was very familiar with the roads in Capital City, moving forward at the fastest speed possible.
Whoosh!
Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight firmly gripped the handrails in the car.
Soon, the car arrived at the front of the hospital.
The driver then said, "Young ladies, this way for general consultations, that way for the ergency departnt!"
"Thank you." Diana Hershey got off the car and ran hand in hand with Fiona Knight.
They found out from the ergency triage desk that Viola Thompson was in the operating room for surgery.
Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight ran to the elevator.
But at this mont, the elevator was stuck on the 17th floor and wasn't moving.
The two couldn't wait any longer and simultaneously turned to each other, "Should we just take the stairs?"
Though climbing the stairs was sowhat slower, it was much better than the tornt of waiting for the elevator.
The two imdiately proceeded to climb the stairs.
The operating room was on the eighth floor.
Diana Hershey, who normally complained about leg pain from rely walking a little, climbed eight floors without even expressing fatigue. Once the two reached the eighth floor, they hurriedly ran towards the door of the operating room.
Sawyer Thompson, Mary Perryne, and the elderly Mrs. Thompson were all waiting at the door.
"Uncle, auntie, Grandma Thompson."
Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight ran over, "Is Viola alright?"
Mary Perryne turned her head, "She's alright, the doctors are saving her."
Although she said that Viola was okay, Mary Perryne's expression was grave.
However, presently, she could only use 'it's okay' to comfort herself.
Fiona Knight pulled out her phone, "Oh yes, Auntie, this is the prescription Viola gave ."
Mary Perryne took the phone and imdiately handed it to Doctor Flack beside her, "Doctor Flack, take a look."
Doctor Flack took the phone.
The prescription was simple and composed of common herbs for treating cold and flu.
However, these dicines wouldn't lead to serious complications.
Doctor Flack turned to Fiona Knight, "Apart from these, did Miss Thompson ask you to buy any other dicine?"
"No."
Doctor Flack furrowed his brow slightly.
If the dicine wasn't the issue, why did Viola Thompson remain unconscious?
At that mont, a servant of the Thompson Clan arrived in haste.
"Madam! This is the dicine residue that was prepared for the Miss in the kitchen yesterday."
Doctor Flack took the dicine residue and passed it to a nurse nearby, "Send it to the lab for imdiate testing!"
"Alright."
Fiona Knight and Diana Hershey were stunned.
An ominous premonition descended from the sky.
Testing the dicine residue.
This suggested that Viola Thompson's condition might be much more serious than they had imagined.
Mrs. Thompson turned to Doctor Flack at this mont, "Doctor Flack, tell honestly, what is the current state of my granddaughter? Don't worry about , I can take it."
Hearing this, Doctor Flack sighed, "Mrs. Thompson, truth be told, Miss Thompson's condition is very alarming. Her vital functions are continuously declining and we don't know the specifics of her situation. The hospital's president has already contacted Professor Lincoln and Professor Alnwick to co over. Both Professor Lincoln and Professor Alnwick are top-tier experts in the nation; with them here, Miss Thompson will definitely pull through."
Despite the brutally harsh reality.
He had to clarify things with Mrs. Thompson and the Thompson Family.
After all, Viola Thompson could potentially stop breathing at any mont.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Thompson's legs gave way and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight were there to support her in ti.
Mary Perryne, on the other hand, straight away collapsed into Sawyer Thompson's arms.
She couldn't imagine.
If anything were to happen to Viola, how would she live on?
How was she supposed to live on?
"Sawyer, Sawyer!" Mary Perryne clutched at Sawyer's collar, struggling to hold back her tears, "Viola will be alright, won't she? Viola will definitely be okay!"
As a son, a husband, and a father, Sawyer Thompson knew well the weight of the responsibilities on his shoulders.
At this mont, he couldn't panic.
And certainly couldn't be confused.
If he were to fall into chaos, what would beco of Mrs. Thompson and Mary Perryne?
Sawyer Thompson patted Mary Perryne's shoulder and managed to squeeze out a slight smile, "Everything will be okay. Viola will be okay. Our Viola is very lucky and has a long path ahead of her. She will definitely be okay..."
As he spoke, he began to feel his voice tremble, so he quickly stopped and silently comforted Mary Perryne.
And at that mont, at the other end of the corridor, two individuals decked in lab coats were quickly approaching.
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