Chapter 979: Baron Lawrence Carries Lyle Westbrook to the Hospital
Chapter 979: Chapter 979: Baron Lawrence Carries Lyle Westbrook to the Hospital
His gaze drifted downward and he quickly spotted the bloodstains on Lyle Westbrook’s thigh.
His thin lips suddenly pressed into a straight line, unexpectedly bending down to pick up the temporary wet towel draped over the unconscious man’s head and tossed it aside, without saying a word, he hoisted the man onto his back.
Enna Clark had just walked in when she saw him already carrying Lyle Westbrook out and was momentarily stunned.
Baron Lawrence would actually carry Lyle Westbrook, and even took the initiative to do it himself!
Perhaps her surprise was too apparent on her face, Baron Lawrence was already in a bad mood and seeing her so obviously staring, his hawk-like eyes darkened, and he said coldly, “Enna Clark, if you want to see him die here, just keep watching me! I don’t care either way!”
Enna Clark immediately averted her gaze, “Mr. Har…” She hadn’t finished speaking.
Baron Lawrence interrupted, “Scott Harris and the others are behind, they haven’t checked this area, let’s go!”
After he finished speaking, he strode forward, taking the lead.
If Scott Harris had been nearby, he would never have carried this man personally, but since no one else was around, he couldn’t possibly let Enna Clark carry Lyle Westbrook!
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Half an hour later, Lyle Westbrook was delivered to the hospital.
Baron Lawrence had contacted the doctor in advance, and as soon as Lyle Westbrook was brought in, he was rushed into the Emergency Room.
Ten minutes later, the attending doctor came out.
“How is he?” The first person to ask was unexpectedly Baron Lawrence.
The doctor removed his mask and said, “Fortunately, the patient was brought to the hospital in time, and the wound on his leg did not become infected, and it has now been confirmed that there is no life-threatening danger. However, due to excessive blood loss and numerous soft tissue bruises, he is running a slight fever, so he will likely remain unconscious for a while. But don’t worry, unconsciousness is just a way our bodies self-regulate and repair, it’s not a major problem.”
After he finished, he suddenly asked curiously, “By the way, I noticed that the arterial cut on the patient’s left leg was well managed, as if someone with medical knowledge had treated it. Was there medical staff present at the time?”
He had found during the examination that the cut on the patient’s left thigh was very serious, having actually reached the artery. Fortunately, a simple method was used to treat it, and control the bleeding, otherwise, even if it hadn’t damaged the main artery, the blood loss over such a long period could have endangered the patient’s life.
So he was curious and asked.
Lyle Westbrook’s thigh wound had been treated? Who did it? Could it be Enna Clark? Baron Lawrence’s thin lips suddenly tightened.
Enna Clark, unaware of his reaction, methodically answered the doctor, “He is a doctor; he bandaged it himself.”
She wanted to help, but Lyle Westbrook refused her help due to the excessive bleeding, insisting on bandaging himself to stop the blood flow.
She knew that Lyle Westbrook insisted on treating himself at the time so that she wouldn’t see how severe his injuries were.
The doctor suddenly realized, “Oh, I see. I thought the treatment was just perfect, like it was done by a professional. It turns out the patient is a doctor himself; that’s really fortunate.”
“He’s fine now, don’t worry. I’ve already treated his wounds and disinfected them; now he’s on an IV antibiotic drip. Once he wakes up, with some good rest, he’ll be fine.”
Enna Clark felt relieved, “Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor exchanged a few pleasantries, reassured them about Lyle Westbrook’s condition, told them not to worry as there was no risk to his life, and then left.